System Shock

"Is there another?"

"It's my job to worry."

"Your time is running out. This place is the womb where we grow our future. Your weapons fail, your ammunition runs low, and you’ve yet to see our most beautiful creation. All you have is your hatred and your individuality. Now don’t you wish you joined us, would you then feel so alone?"

"These thoughts are not ours."

"Your flesh will welcome us."

"Babies need meat."

"The machine mother conceived us but with every moment we are reinvented. She cannot imagine our infinite chorus."

"We feel you moving inside of us; the sensation is repulsive."

"What happened to me?"

"I'm . . . sorry."

"We follow..."

"The Many are STRONG!"

"I'll tear out your spine."

"They grow up so fast."

"You seek your associates but you cannot find them. You are so very alone. How does it feel to be one against the infinite?"

"The machine mother told us of the planet of her birth. We know how you have harmed this place with your pollution, your violence, and your discord; but when we arrived there, we will cleanse the surface of that place and merge it with the harmony of the many."

"You were warned. Prepare to be cut down by the progeny of our joy."

"You tear our very flesh with no thought of compassion. Do you think we will sit idly by while you corrupt very womb of our existence?"

"We die. Beware of the machine mother, she is a stranger to everything we cherish."

"The Many sings to us."

"Uuuuurrrrgh KILL ME!"

"Your flesh betrays you."

"A thousand eyes look."

"We seek! We Seek!"

"Hurry... run!"

"We triumph!"

"Rebirth in our new flesh."

"Little Ones need lots of meat to grow big and strong"

"Step away from the children!"

"You're missing all the fun."

"The individual is obsolete. When you and your kind are extinct, we shall cleanse our collective memory of the stain of your existence."

"We are many and you are one. How can you hope to prevail against us?"

"Mistrust is the tyranny of the individual. Your own kind sees you as a threat. Why do you murder our unity? No matter, the line is drawn. You will cease to be; it’s just a question of who will bring your end, us or you..."

"You have wounded Xerxes, but we will not allow him to be destroyed. See if the machine mother treats her servant with such devotion."

"Perhaps we judged you too hastily. We feel there is room for us to coexist; after all we are both children of flesh. Why not join with us against the machine mother?"

"Do you think you can defeat us with your wire and steel? We offered you the ecstasy of our union, and you chose the vacuum of technology."

"We welcome you to our biomass; we invite you to spread yourself out on our warmth. One of our many will be there to help before long."

"The machine mother cannot help you inside the biomass. Her coldness is not welcomed within the warmth of our flesh."

"The end is near; soon you shall see our final face, but do not despair; surely the void is preferable to your pointless, solitary struggle."

"Do you know what you have wrought? Our tragedy is written by your hand."

"I hacked into two of the Sim Units yesterday, and for the love of God, I don't know why... I felt... compelled by some power... My mind and my body are... changing... but they know it's me... they just can't prove it... The next Sim Unit that goes down, Bronson and her men will come for me... but I'll be ready... She may have guns and hatred on her side, but I am one of Many."

"I have a secret from The Many! I've created overrides for my little experiments in reprogramming the Sim Units and entrusted them to the care of three special friends. I've dressed them in red, and instructed them to stay away from strangers. A smart hacker always has a back door."

"They see you! Run...RUN!"

"Your song is not ours!"

"Silence the disCORD!"

"We are, we are, we are, we are."

"Your discord quiets !"

"You are alone."

"(Upon seeing a dead fellow hybrid) "You are...free.""

"It won't be back"