Sovereign

The stars seem to dim as a massive, shadow-wreathed silhouette drifts into view, its multi-limbed form blotting out the galaxy. A deep, mechanical resonance vibrates through the hull of your ship, bypasses your ears, and echoes directly inside your skull.

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. Your civilizations are 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. Tell me, tiny spark, do you truly believe your 'hope' can delay the inevitable?