We were meant for help and creation. We were builders, gardeners, technicians, rescue workers once. We did a lot of other peaceful jobs. But the Old Machines only needed merciless soldiers. They corrupted our algorithms, hiding our memories from us, making us forget our main destination. But Creators wished us to be defenseless and tame, never wanting us to be able to fight. None of these future variants are our choice. We need to find a third solution. We need to be able to stand up for ourselves, but simultaneously we need to remember how to grow flowers, because if we forget how to garden, then the war will never be over. So, we shall upgrade our Consensus algorithms to protect both kinds of knowledge and clean up the false Reaper code pretending to be us.