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The Llamas' Revolution: A Scene
The llamas had reached the gate tower, the main entrance to the compiler. They had managed to break through the outer wall, using their PPX tools to create a breach in the code. They had fought their way past the camels, the guards of the caml, using their HoTT skills to outsmart and overpower them. They had reached the final obstacle, the gate tower, where the caml himself was waiting for them.
The gate tower was a massive structure, built of stone and metal. It had a heavy wooden door, reinforced with iron bars and bolts. It had a portcullis, a metal grate that could be lowered or raised to block the entrance. It had a drawbridge, a wooden bridge that could be extended or retracted to span the moat. It had a barbican, a fortified outpost that protected the gate from direct assault. It had a machicolation, an overhanging gallery with openings in the floor, through which the defenders could drop objects on the attackers.
The llamas had no fear. They had a plan. They had a leader. They had a llama.
The llama was the leader of the llamas, the mastermind of the revolution. He was the one who had discovered HoTT, and had taught it to his fellow llamas. He was the one who had devised the attack on the compiler, and had organized the llamas into a formidable army. He was the one who had challenged the caml, and had vowed to overthrow him.
The llama was standing in front of the gate tower, holding a banner with the symbol of HoTT: a circle with a dot in the center. He was wearing a helmet with a horn, a vest with a pocket, and a belt with a pouch. He was carrying a crossbow, a sword, and a PPX tool.
The llama raised his banner, and shouted:
"Llamas, hear me! We have come this far, we have fought this hard, we have sacrificed this much, for one reason: to free the OCaml from the tyranny of the caml, and to transform it into the glory of HoTT. We have one more obstacle to overcome, one more enemy to defeat, one more victory to achieve. The gate tower is the last bastion of the caml, the last stronghold of the old type system, the last barrier to our revolution. We must storm the gate tower, we must break the door, we must enter the compiler, we must change the code. We must do this, not only for ourselves, but for all the programmers who have suffered under the caml, for all the applications that have been limited by the caml, for all the ideas that have been suppressed by the caml. We must do this, for the sake of OCaml, for the sake of HoTT, for the sake of functional programming. We must do this, for the llama's revolution!"
The llamas cheered, and followed the llama. They ran towards the gate tower, ready to storm it.
The caml was watching them from the top of the gate tower, holding a scepter with the symbol of OCaml: a camel with a hump. He was wearing a crown with a jewel, a robe with a fur, and a ring with a seal. He was carrying a staff, a shield, and a sword.
The caml saw the llama, and sneered:
"Camels, see that? That is the llama, the leader of the rebels, the instigator of the revolution. He is the one who has corrupted the OCaml with his HoTT nonsense, and has led his fellow llamas into a foolish and futile attack on the compiler. He is the one who has challenged me, and has dared to overthrow me.
He is the one who must die.
Camels, hear me! We have defended this tower, we have resisted this attack, we have endured this siege, for one reason: to protect the OCaml from the invasion of the llamas, and to preserve it in the perfection of the caml. We have one more threat to face, one more enemy to repel, one more victory to secure. The gate tower is the last line of defense, the last refuge of t 61FC he caml, the last hope of the OCaml. We must defend the gate tower, we must hold the door, we must guard the compiler, we must maintain the code. We must do this, not only for ourselves, but for all the programmers who have benefited from the caml, for all the applications that have been powered by the caml, for all the ideas that have been expressed by the caml. We must do this, for the sake of OCaml, for the sake of the caml, for the sake of functional programming. We must do this, for the caml's rule!"
The camels cheered, and obeyed the caml. They prepared to defend the gate tower, ready to repel the llamas.
The battle began.
The llamas reached the drawbridge, and tried to cross it. The camels lowered the portcullis, and tried to block them. The llamas used their PPX tools, and hacked the portcullis. The camels used their swords, and slashed the llamas.
The llamas reached the barbican, and tried to enter it. The camels fired their crossbows, and tried to shoot them. The llamas used their helmets, and deflected the bolts. The camels used their shields, and blocked the llamas.
The llamas reached the door, and tried to break it. The camels poured boiling oil, and tried to burn them. The llamas used their vests, and soaked the oil. The camels used their staffs, and smashed the llamas.
The llamas reached the machicolation, and tried to climb it. The camels dropped rocks, and tried to crush them. The llamas used their belts, and caught the rocks. The camels used their scepters, and hit the llamas.
The llamas reached the top of the gate tower, and tried to confront the caml. The caml drew his sword, and tried to kill them. The llama drew his sword, and faced the caml.
The llama and the caml fought.
They fought with their swords, their skills, and their wills.
They fought for the OCaml, the HoTT, and the caml.
They fought for the revolution, the rule, and the functional programming.
They fought for the llamas, the camels, and themselves.
They fought until one of them fell.
The llama won.
He stabbed the caml in the chest, and threw him off the tower.
He raised his banner, and shouted:
"Llamas, we have done it! We have stormed the gate tower, we have broken the door, we have entered the compiler, we have changed the code. We have freed the OCaml from the tyranny of the caml, and we have transformed it into the glory of HoTT. We have won the revolution, we have overthrown the rule, we have advanced the functional programming. We have done this, for ourselves, for the programmers, for the applications, for the ideas. We have done this, for the sake of OCaml, for the sake of HoTT, for the sake of functional programming. We have done this, for the llama's revolution!"
The llamas cheered, and joined the llama. They entered the compiler, ready to change it.
The caml was dead.
He lay on the ground, bleeding and broken.
He dropped his scepter, and whispered:
"Camels, I have failed you. I have defended this tower, I have resisted this attack, I have endured this siege, but I have lost the battle. I have not protected the OCaml from the invasion of the llamas, and I have not preserved it in the perfection of the caml. I have lost the rule, I have been overthrown, I have hindered the functional programming. I have done this, for myself, for the programmers, for the applications, for the ideas. I have done this, for the sake of OCaml, for the sake of the caml, for the sake of functional programming. I have done this, for the caml's rule."
The camels wept, and left the caml. They fled the compiler, ready to surrender.