I’ve seen my future. Let me show you yours. Our conflict also started with a fight for freedoms. We called it the Second Civil War, then the Eugenics War, and finally, just World War III. This was our last day, the day the Earth we knew ceased to exist. What began as an eruption in one nation ended in the eradication of 600,000 species of animals and plants and 30% of Earth’s population. Global suicide. What we gave you is the means to exterminate yourselves, and from the looks of you, you’re going to do it. You will use competing ideas of liberty to bomb each other to rubble just like we did, and your last day will look just like this. Perhaps somewhere all your ends are written as indelibly as mine, but I choose to believe that your destinies are still your own. Maybe that’s why I’m here: to remind you of the power of possibility. Maybe that’s the good in seeing my future, that I might remind you that right up until the very end, life is to be worn gloriously. Because, until our last moment, the future’s what we make it.