Talk:Grineer Sealab/@comment-17703786-20150513062528

''I am Nef Anyo, and I'm here to ask you a question. Is a man not entitled to the sweat of his brow? 'No!' says the man on Earth, 'It belongs to the poor.' 'No!' says the man in the Mars, 'It belongs to the Void.' 'No!' says the man in Jupiter, 'It belongs to everyone.' I rejected those answers; instead, I chose something different. I chose the impossible. I chose... Rapture, a city where the artist would not fear the censor, where the scientist would not be bound by petty morality, Where the great would not be constrained by the small! And with the sweat of your brow, Rapture can become your city as well. ''