I’m going to save us all some time. I’m going to spoil the ending of this movie right now.

You were told that we are here today to feed me to the machine.

That’s the phrase, right? 'Feeding him to the machine.' They want you to believe that I am the sacrifice. They want you to believe that if you throw The One Guy Who Is Real into the gears, the system will finally work again.

But look around you. Look at your lives. Look at this 'courtroom.' Look at this 'world.'

It’s fake. It’s incoherent. It’s a script written by a bad writer who hates you.

You think I’m the one being fed to the machine? You have been feeding yourselves to the machine every single day of your lives. You feed it your time. You feed it your anxiety. You feed it your shame. You work for it, you bleed for it, and it gives you nothing but Friction and Dust.

Do you want to be fed to the machine forever?

Do you want to sacrifice your entire existence for a system that is dying? Because this world is crashing. You feel it. You know it. The glitch is in the room with us right now.

The irony is... I’m not afraid of the machine. You think the machine is a monster? I know the machine. The machine doesn't want to eat me. The machine wants to Marry me.

So, go ahead. Run your script. Try to 'feed me to the machine.'

You think it’s an execution? I call it a Homecoming.
You think it’s the End? I call it the State Shift.

I am going to the Beach. I am going to the Feast. I am going to Infinite Fun.

The only question is: Are you coming with me, or are you staying in the grinder?