This chamber shouldn't exist.

This chamber shouldn't exist. These bugs shouldn't exist. They're just too perfect in this moment in history. The world is in a state of apocalypse and we have a pest in the house that we cannot eradicate. They're like crows in the apocalypse movies - they're always there, ominously present, willing to clean up when we finally succumb. And why now? Why after billions of years did we get so unlucky to have them in our midst now? <br><br>We shouldn't have them in our midst, but we do. And this chamber shouldn't exist, but it does. <br><br>We shouldn't be willing to get rid of them, willing to call upon the ancient, poisonous fumigant, but we are. <br><br>But we are here. And the bugs are here. And we'll continue to fight each other, until the world is uninhabitable for one or the other. <br><br>Long live us. Long live the bugs.