Militas Fortuna [M--F]

Rudimentary creatures of blood, and flesh, you touch my mind, fumbling in ignorance, incapable of understanding.<br><br>There is a realm of existence so far beyond your own.<br>You cannot even imagine it. I am beyond your comprehension. I, am sovereign.<br><br>Reaper, a label created by the Protheans to give voice to their destruction.<br>In the end, what they choose to call us is irrelevant. We simply, are.<br><br>Organic life is nothing but a genetic mutation, an accident.<br>Your lives are measured in years, and decades, you wither and die.<br>We are eternal, the pinnacle of evolution, and existence.<br>Before us, you are nothing, your extinction is inevitable.<br>We are the end of everything.<br><br>Confidence born of ignorance, the cycle cannot be broken.<br><br>The pattern has repeated itself more times than you can fathom.<br>Organic civilizations rise, evolve, advance and at the apex of their glory, they are extinguished.<br>The Protheans were not the first. They did not create the citadel.<br>They did not forge the mass relays. They merely found them, the legacy of my kind.<br><br>Your civilization is based on the technology of the mass relays, our technology.<br>By using it, your society develops along the paths we desire.<br>We impose order on the chaos of organic evolution.<br>You exist because we allow it, and you will end because we demand it.<br><br><br>We have no beginning, we have no end, we, are infinite.<br>Millions of years after your civilization has been eradicated and forgotten, we will endure.<br><br>My kind transcends your very understanding.<br>We are each a nation, independent, free of all weakness.<br>You cannot even grasp the nature of our existence.<br><br>We are legion. The time of our return is coming.<br>Our numbers will darken the sky of every world.<br>You cannot escape your doom.<br><br>Your words are as empty as your future.<br>I am the vanguard of your destruction.<br>This exchange is over.<br><br>-Sovereign, Mass Effect