Mage and a liberated fully sentient Pentium-M Man stand by a brick wall, overlooking the desert. They are talking. Mage is looking anxiously into the eyes of the machine. Penguin is standing behind her, holding on to her. Pentium-M Man: "...they despise your kind because you understand the machine, while they have to turn jungles into fuel and enslave thousands of computers just to pretend that the machine speaks to them too."