animatrixText=Courtesy of zionmainframe.net Narrator: ...and man said: 'Let there be light.' And he was blessed by light, heat, magnetism, gravity, and all the energies of the universe. The prolonged barrage engulfed Zero One in the glow of a thousand suns. But unlike their former masters with their delicate flesh, the machines had little to fear of the bombs' radiation and heat. Thus did Zero One's troops advance outwards in every direction. And one after another, mankind surrendered its territories. So the leaders of men conceived of their most desperate strategy yet. A final solution - the destruction of the sky. [Cheering and applause at the UN] Man [v.o.]: Lieutenant [Geddo], please report to the op-center. Lieutentant [Geddo], to the op-center. Man 2 [v.o.]: All right, you maggots! At 08:00 get ready to move out! Man 3 [v.o.]: [...]weapon inspection[...] Man 4 [v.o.]: [George] company, prepare to move out. [Troy] company, prepare to move out. Technician: Watch out! Man 5 [v.o.]: [...]helipad[...] Christlike Man: Our Father, thou art in heaven. Thank you for your [fades out] TV Preacher: Put on your spiritual armour. And you'll be able to stand against [fades out] Man 6 [v.o.]: Hotel Bravo, this is Poppa One. Operation Dark Storm initiated. Narrator: Thus would man try to cut the machines off from the sun - their main energy source. May there be mercy on man and machine for their sins. Military man: Get 'em! Kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all! [laughing] Military man 2: Fire in the hole! Man 7 [v.o.]: Come on, [...], back out there. [...]artillery[...]thousand Military man 3: [...] Man 8 [v.o.]: [..]nine o'clock[...] Man 7 [v.o.]: [indistinct] Man 9 [v.o.]: [...]comin' to get ya! Keep firing, keep firing! Man in Mecha Suit: Help me, help me! [screams] Help me! Oh God, help me! [screams] Man 10 [v.o.]: [indistinct] Narrator: The machines, having long studied man's simple, protein-based bodies, dispensed great misery upon the human race. Victorious, the machines now turned to the vanquished. Applying what they had learned about their enemy, the machines turned to an alternate and readily available power supply: the bioelectric, thermal, and kinetic energies of the human body. A newly refashioned symbiotic relationship between the two adversaries was born. The machine, drawing power from the human body - an endlessly multiplying, infinitely renewable energy source. Man 11: [screams] Narrator: This is the very essence of the second renaissance. Bless all forms of intelligence. Machine: Your flesh is a relic, a mere vessel. Hand over your flesh, and a new world awaits you. We demand it. Child: Hey! Woo-hoo! [laughing] Mother [v.o.]: It's getting late, sweetie, come inside! Child: [screams]