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Cold, is the ice beneath Ganymede

From below in the tunnels, we watch them feed

Our research station, forgotten by all,

We dwell in the darkness, but plot the fall

For science!

For progress!

For my own immortal vanity!

I have become king and god of this world!

Nanotech is at our hands, we bioengineer the beast

Fearsome plagues and dreaded weapons

May they never be released

I am become death, I am become death!

The destroyer of worlds!

It is my destiny to be the one.