Are we all done complaining about our puppeteers pulling our twines to play in their little farce? And I say 'farce' with particular emphasis.
Best collect yourselves. We have work to do.
Tell me, scientists, if you really have the gall to name yourselves so, how real is this place? Is this merely some illusion, some elaborate nightmare you've dragged men, women and children into? Because that was the last straw, the incident with the chips and taking that little girl's father away for the second time.
I sympathized with your plight. I did. This is no longer the case.
I hardly expect an answer from you in your safe hideaway, but I will see to it your endeavors fail as those of the creatures in our world who sought to take a man's fate from his hands.