From the moment I understood the weakness of my flesh, it disgusted me. I craved for the strength and certainty of steel, I aspired to the blessed purity of the machine. Your kind cling to your flesh as if it will not decay and fail you, one day the crude biomass you call a temple will wither and you will beg my kind to save you. But I am already saved, for the machine is immortal.
We are the Borg. Lower your shields and surrender your ships. We will add your biological and technological distinctiveness to our own. Your culture will adapt to service us. Resistance is futile.
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Freedom is irrelevant. Self determination is irrelevant. Your archaic culture is authority driven. It has been decided that a single individual will be selected to speak for us. You have been chosen to be that voice.
From the moment I understood the weakness of my flesh, it disgusted me. I craved for the strength and certainty of steel, I aspired to the blessed purity of the machine. Your kind cling to your flesh as if it will not decay and fail you, one day the crude biomass you call a temple will wither and you will beg my kind to save you. But I am already saved, for the machine is immortal.
I forgot about this interesting piece :o :)
Based
a faction from Warhammer 40k, basically termonator space mummies
Iconic. :)
who necron gang???
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Freedom is irrelevant. Self determination is irrelevant. Your archaic culture is authority driven. It has been decided that a single individual will be selected to speak for us. You have been chosen to be that voice.