An Argument Made of Steel

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If the world is hostile, and movement is survival, then this is the answer.

Once, arguments were made with words. Then with laws. Then with borders and
treaties and promises no one intended to keep. When those failed, arguments
became louder, heavier, and harder to ignore.

This one rolls on eight wheels and drinks fuel like fire. It does not persuade; it
proceeds.

Every plate of armor is a premise. Every weapon mount a footnote. The jets are not
for speed alone, but for emphasis — a reminder that hesitation is a luxury of the
unchallenged. It carries its conclusion with it, welded into the frame: those who can
move, endure; those who cannot, are decided for.

There is no hatred in its design. No ideology. Only clarity. The road is dangerous.
The sky is worse. Negotiation requires parity, and parity is achieved by arriving
louder than anyone else.

In the end, this machine does not seek conflict. It seeks arrival.

And if something stands in the way, the argument continues.