"At last they've come for me. I feel thier lives, their destinies spilling out before me. The denial of the one true path, played out on a world not their own, will end soon enough. Soon there will be four, glorious in awakening. Struggling with the knowledge of their true selves. The pain of revalation bringing new clarity. And in a mist of confusion, he will find her, enemies brought together by impossible longing, enemies now joined as one. The way forward, at once unthinkable, yet inevitable. And the fifth, still in the shadow, will claw toward the light, hungy for redemption that will only come in the howl of terrible suffering. I can see them all. The seven, now six self described machines who believe themselves without sin. But in time it is sin that will consume them. They will know emnity, bitterness, the wrenching agony of the one splintering into many. And then they will join the promised land."