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You are not saren.

Rudimentary creatures of blood and flesh. You touch my mind, fumbling in ignorance,

incapable of understanding.

There is a realm of existence so far beyond your own you cannot even imagine it. I am

beyond your comprehension. I am Sovereign.

Reaper? A label created by the Protheans to give voice to their destruction. In the end,

what they choose to call us in irrelevant. We simply are.

Organic life is nothing but a genetic mutation, an accident. you lives are measured in

years and decades. You wither and die. We are eternal. The pinnacle of evolution and

existence. Before us, your are nothing. Your extinction is inevitable. We are the end of

everything.

Confidence born of ignorance. The Cycle cannot be broken.

The pattern has repeated itself more times than you can fathom. Organic civilizations

rise, evolve, advance. And at the apex of their glory, they are extinguished.

The Protheans were not the first. They did not create the Citadel. They did not forge the

mass relays. They merely found them, the legacy of my kind.

Your civilization is based on the technology of the mass relay, our techonology. By using

it, your society develops along the paths we desire.

We impose order on the chaos of organic evolution. You exist because we allow it. and

you will end because we demand it.

My kind transcends your very understanding. We are each a nation. independent, free of

all weakness. You cannot even graps the nature of our existence.

We have no beginning. we have no end. We are infinite. Millions of years after your

civilization has been eradicated and forgoten, we will endure.

We are legion. The time of your return is coming. Our Numbers will darken the sky of

every world. You cannot escape your doom.

Your words are as empty as your future. I am the vanguard of your Destruction. This

exchange is over.