Rebeca Alfonzo, 20, Femme, ColombieDernière visite : février 2014

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À propos de moi

We only come out at night.

"Death does not concern us, because as long as we exist, death is not here. And when it does come, we no longer exist." - Epicuro

Sovereign: Reaper? A label created by the Protheans to give voice to their destruction. In the end, what they choose to call us is irrelevant. We simply are.

Organic life is nothing but a genetic mutation, an accident… Your lives are measured in years and decades. You wither and die.

We are eternal. The pinnacle of evolution and existence. Before us you’re nothing. Your extinction is inevitable. We are the end of everything.

Your confidence is 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 relays, our technology. 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.

We have no beginning. We have no end. We are infinite. Millions of years after your civilization has been eradicated and forgotten, we will endure.

Your words are as empty as your future. I am the vanguard of your destruction. This exchange is over.

"You are trying to save me, but perhaps I am not lost
It is not God that I do not accept
It's this world of God's, created by God, that I cannot agree to accept
I dragged myself out to the Ocean
And stared all night into the sky
The only lights I saw were far below me: Black waters full of life"

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