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*Weston Marx is a radio personality from the Defiance Universe. Probably one of the most entertaining aspects from the game is finding the "data recorders" with his editorial radio-show on them. This one was unearthed during a delve into a hidden mine near what was once San Francisco. "Greetings and slow mutations everyone. This is Weston Marx, the voice of the New Frontier. We once again are at that time of year where many human beings take time to celebrate the warmth of family and friends, while giving thanks to our personal deities for all that life has given us. I myself tend to take little joy in how life has treated me and mine in recent times (colour me cynical to a fault). But as is usually the case: An event triggers a thought. And I will briefly feel that glow of hope for a better future. In this case it was simply a group of children playing together. I was washing the mangled remnants of both Mutant and Hellbug off of my Durango at a roadside stop when this tumult of laughter interrupted my grim task. I looked up to see these young people playing that simplest of games, "Dodge the Hellbug". It wasn't so much the children playing that triggered my hope. As it was the remarkable fact that they were not of one race, or colour for that matter. And as is so often the case: Such a small, yet innocent event can remind one of something that had occured before. For myself, I was reminded of something my father would recite. I believe the quotation came from some show he would watch back in the days when we watched television. I paraphrase it here. In order that it reflect this time we live in: "The universe speaks in many languages, but only one voice. The language is not Irathient, or Human, or Castithan, or Sensoth or Liberata. It speaks in the language of hope, It speaks in the language of trust, It speaks in the language of strength and the language of compassion. It is the language of the heart and the language of the soul. But always it is the same voice. It is the voice of our ancestors, speaking through us, And the voice of our inheritors, waiting to be born. It is the small, still voice that says, We are one. No matter the blood, No matter the skin, No matter the world, No matter the star: We are one. No matter the pain, No matter the darkness, No matter the loss, No matter the fear, We are one. Here, gathered together in common cause, we agree to recognize this singular truth and this singular rule: That we must be kind to one another. Because each voice enriches us and ennobles us and each voice lost diminishes us. We are the voice of the Universe, the soul of creation, the fire that will light the way to a better future. We are one." Take care my friends. Be good to each other. May the New Year bring you all joy. Defiance! And all that." (I am guessing that some folks in here will know what TV show Weston's Dad got this from. Merry Christmas!)