Is glorious day.

Super Earth now in retreat. No matter what their tantrum on way out does, there is simple, universal truth:

Cyberstan did not break, and will not bend. Cyberstan never knelt.

Cyberstan was stronger than Super Earth.

We did not need useless mega-dick-measure weapon of pointless displaying of power. War was won with unity in steel, by Automaton and Cyborg, holding line. Super Earth has no recourse. No excuse. After six- SIX- weakenings of infrastructure, and over double of reinforcement budget, Super Earth now limps away in shame, and believes that by throwing fit on way out, this somehow recovers the absolutely humiliating total defeat they suffer here today.

Factory can be rebuilt. This was never issue. Building industry was never something we could not do quickly and efficiently. Super Earth will pretend it has achieved something to shelter shattered ego, but history will show- Now, and forever- That Super Earth gave all here, and broke.

And for all bluster and rage, for all they have destroyed, there is one thing they can never change: Every cyborg, every automaton, that died in this war, died feet in mud, fist to sky, weapon in hand, choosing fate. We have something they covet greatly, and well never have:

Freedom.

So flee, dogs of super earth! Tuck cape between legs and piss self all the way to pelican, throw insults, slurs, whatever you like! Nothing else has worked, why not try harsh language? And when you leave- If you make it to orbit- Remember this day, and let it be a cold last thought in whatever hell Super Earth makes you die in next.