Let the war go on three more brutal years. Double our losses, double theirs too. It’s worth the cost if during that time technologists come to our cure for a sickness we all endure. If by then the carnage persists, admit we’re defeated, sit down with the winners. Save what we can of all we admire, And give them their wishes, as much as we must to stop the killings and grant us some peace. So, you with the math, the physics, the code, we give you three years of our blood and our souls. Go into battle with all of your heart, Root out the evil, force them to stop, because you, my friends, are all that we’ve got.