As the armada advanced the plain became black with fighting machines.

They're fighting machines, and damned tough ones, is all I know.

The military "is in the business to produce fighting machines," they write, not to provide human services.

They are only machines using machines to fight other machines.

They are hands and feet, fighting machines to serve their masters, but true life they did not have.

Could you really fight machines, when you could never make them suffer pain or fear?

As fighting machines they performed with respectable clout if the right man was at the controls.

That is what the warriors and the Horch fighting machines are for.

For every life spared there, another brave rebel has died fighting machines on other battlegrounds.

The unknown attacker seemed to be throwing in his entire force of fighting machines here.