The Amaok ThreatOne might be driven to wonder why we two colonies fight- why we spend precious resources and lives struggling instead of cooperating. While those at Amaok would seriously punish anyone who had the audacity to ask this question aloud, we at Moerth value open engagement of ideas, and not the pseudo-logical echo chamber that the citizens of Amaok have become imprisoned in.
Our fight against Amaok is one not of ideology, greed for territory, or petty personal squabbles. For in bluntest truth our struggle against Amaok is a struggle for survival, not merely for Moerth, but for all mankind.
Amaok quests for superior machine. A machine capable of doing everything a human can do, except better and faster. In small degrees this is a laudable ambition, and one that has driven human progress forward through the centuries. Yet, as the saying goes, 'A little poison now and then: that makes pleasant dreams. And much poison at last for a pleasant death.'
Amaok does not wish to augment the man so that man can become more, they wish to replace the man with the machine. They want a machine that can worker harder, plan better, and think faster than any human. They would tell you that this will free you, give you and your progeny the ultimate ability to do as you wish, but this is but gilding on rotted wood- the least touch of truth will destroy it and show you the rotting mold they've sold you.
When machine is raised above man, man will no longer work. He will live off the machines he has made, a base parasite. Machines will design better machines, and man will fall ever deeper into his hole. He will know nothing but self-gratification and consumption, a pig at trough - bloated upon filth and lies, without the basest sense of purpose. And pig for slaughter he will be, for the machine he makes will have no need of him. It has his desires, his lusts, his wants, and it knows the wretched parasite for what it is.
We are all from apes born, and yet we do not hold apes in places of esteemed right and sanctimonious office. So shall Amaok, and all those that follow them, become in the eyes of their own creation. Fit at best for amusing pets, and seen only as painful embarrassments at worst.
We of Moerth see a different path. The world evolves, becoming more complex with each passing day, and this process seems exponential. Instead of giving up on matching that complexity and building a machine to understand that complexity for us, we shall elevate and augment man. We shall not hide from progress, we will meet it head on. The children of Amaok inherit servitude and ashes from their parents, but to our children we will gift the helm of the world.
Do not flee from work. Do not let the machine think for you. Do not join Amaok in leading the human race to slaughter.
Join Moerth, and build a better world. All of them, better worlds.
Peace and Harmony upon you.
-Broadcast on open channels to the incoming colonists.