Brain Plague

by the lights of Eleutheria. The light of Truth, ever true to its nature; of Beauty, the kind of beauty to draw the awe of generations; of Sacrifice ...'

'Silicon is nothing,' flashed Lupin. 'Nothing compared to what we're building next.'

'For once, be modest.'

'... and above all, the Eighth Light of Mercy. Eleutheria is a way of being, a path of endless life. All those who seek to build in truth and memory shall find our way.'