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The colors of the rainbow in the blue sky are there because of electricity.
Cars, planes, trains can only run because of electricity.
Horses need electricity because muscle contractions require electricity.
Your nerve system is driven by electricity.
Atoms, molecules, all chemical reactions exist because of electricity.
You could not see without electricity.
Your heart would not beat without electricity.
And you could not even think without electricity, though I realize that even with electricity
some of you may have a problem with that.
MY GOAL IS SIMPLE AS OF RIGHT NOW YOU ARE ALL MAGGOTS. YOU WILL NOT SPEAK UNTIL SPOKEN TO, YOU WILL NOT SLEEP UNLESS TO DO SO. WHEN I ASK TO JUMP, YOU WILL REPLY WITH HOW HIGH. DO YOU GET ME?
That’s why I’m here, Mr. Freeman. I have recommended your services to my employers, and they have authorized me to offer you a job. They agree with me that you have limitless potential. You’ve proved yourself a decisive man, so I don’t expect you’ll have any trouble deciding what to do. If you’re interested, just step into the portal and I will take that as a yes. Otherwise... well... I can offer you a battle you have no chance of winning. Rather an anticlimax, after what you’ve just survived.
Click-clack, I always spit back
Anybody call my name I go get that
In fact we draggin 'em out, to a deserted route
The teacher returns, you must learn, the word is out
No doubt highly respected, Front Page Records
Off the hook, yet still connected
Are you teachin yourself, teachin yourself?
I'm like history repeatin itself
Don't think that I'm playin', boy, no, we don't use hands, boy