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"It is futile to cry for mother's milk, when our true sustenance awaits us among the stars. And only the universal union that small minds call 'The Combine' can carry us there. Therefore I say, yes, I am a collaborator. We must all collaborate, willingly, eagerly, if we expect to reap the benefits of unification." - Administrator of Earth, Breen. Humanity has accepted the Combine, and in turn, the benefactors have removed the oppressive measures as more and more of humanity became collaborators and willingly serve the Combine. A new generation has been born. A generation of loyalists... A generation of collaborators... A generation of Combine. ---------------------------------------------------- Notice: None of the artwork or media used in this story belong to me. All belong to their appropriate authors and/or companies.
Prologue - The Benefactors
