The Reapers are coming!
We are the fruits of their labor.
The Reapers are coming!
We have grown within their plan.
The Reapers are coming!
Praise be to our cultivators.
The Reapers are coming.
Just as the farmer does not create the grapevine, so too have we been created by nothing more than chemistry and luck. Life is a miracle, but life is also without purpose. We grow in chaos, the strong killing the weak, the weak strangling the strong, never reaching our potential. Humanity would have perished, trapped in its little solar system. But just as the vine grabs hold of the farmer’s framework and can reach both the fertile soil and the blissful sun, so too have we been allowed to grow beyond ourselves. The mass relays…
The Reapers are coming!
The mass relays have connected us to the rest of the universe and what wonders we have witnessed.
Hallelujah!
Other planets and other peoples, each of them unique, but each of them interconnected and, now, interrelated. A great galactic civilization, one that we have only been able to build thanks to the enormous framework that the Reapers provided.
Praise be to the Reapers!
And now our time is at an end. The time for the harvest has come. Should we resist?
No!
It is irrelevant. We cannot resist, any more than wheat can resist the thresher. We should not resist, any more than the wheat should resist the thresher. And of course, we will not resist. But some people are scared, frightened by the only purpose our lives have ever had.
Cowards!
The seeing cannot blame the blind. All we can do is try to lead them. We are not lambs to the slaughter, we are the chosen fulfilling what we are put here to do. This is not our end, this is our salvation. Celebrate your life, celebrate your loved ones. We will live forever. The Reapers are coming.
The Reapers are coming!
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