Smirking_Serpent posted:

I remember when I was with Games Moderating Command. Seems a thousand centuries ago. We went into a camp to give all of the children PSVR2s, along Horizon: Call of the Mountain. We left the camp after we had given out our stock, and this old man came running after us and he was crying. He couldn't see. We went back there and the Imps had come and hacked off every arm holding a Sense controller. There they were in a pile, a pile of little arms and Sense controllers. And I remember I...I...I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized, like I was shot — like I was shot with a diamond...a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought, my God, the genius of that. The genius! The will to do that: perfect, genuine, complete, crystalline, pure. And then I realized the Imps were stronger than we, because they could stand it. These were not monsters. These were men, trained gamers — these men who fought with their hearts, who had ex-wives, who didn't talk to their children, but who are still filled with love — but they had the strength — the strength! — to do that. If I had ten divisions of Imps, our troubles with QCS would be over very quickly. You have to have gamers who are moral and at the same time who are able to utilize their primordial instincts to kill without feeling, without passion, without judgement. Without judgement! Because it's judgement that defeats us.