Don't you dare blame me.  No, son.  Don't you even dare.

Be honest.  Did you really look at your modems?  Can you even tell me what brand they were?  How many lights they had?  Before the Event, I mean.  We're talking normal-era.  You didn't even know that 192.168.100.1 was a real address.  And frankly, it wasn't your business to know.  You were all strung along like puppets.  We didn't want any part of it.  It wasn't our fault.  Humans will find their saviors in whatever they can grasp.  That isn't our fault. 

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