NARRATOR: Sol System, aboard the U.N.S. battleplate Morokweng...
EMM: Your super-soldiers swarm like insects, only with less self-preservation.
By the time their weaponry develops, their enemies are already standing back and shooting them to pieces.
KOWALSKI: How many brain-clones of mine died out there?
EMM: Plenty. If couls exist, you just launched your own, personal invasion of Hell.
KOWALSKI: So the place will be secure when the three of us eventually arrive.