- Deep in underground lab complex half taken over by wild cyborg victims, Confused smidge of hyperintelligent organs and chips: “I heard Mind Control Boss refer to our work as Intellectual Property. Does that mean it’s not ours to use and I finally get to die?”
Small authoritative bit of tissue and nanites: “No. He kidnapped us and forced us to come up with it to survive the research machines. It’s ours to use and control by the laws of all free nations. If you’re suffering please tell the numbness stimulators.”
