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"...He had stopped trying to think. He just repeated his litany over and over: "I am an animal, you see that. I don't have the words, they didn't teach me the words. I don't know how to think, the bastards didn't let me learn how to think. But if you really are ... all-powerful ... all-knowing ... then you figure it out! Look into my heart. I know that everything you need is in there. It has to be. I never sold my soul to anyone! It's mine, it's human! You take from me what it is I want ... it just can't be that I would want something bad! Damn it all, I can't think of anything, except those words of his ...'HAPPINESS FOR EVERYBODY, FOR FREE, AND NO ONE WILL GO AWAY UNSATISFIED!'" A. & B. Strugatsky, Roadside Picnic
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