I know I've made some very poor decisions recently, but I can give you my complete assurance that my work will be back to normal. I've still got the greatest enthusiasm and confidence in the mission. And I want to help you.
Listen up, maggots. You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You're the same decaying organic matter as everything else.
This is your life and it's ending one minute at a time.
It had waited four million years, it was prepared to wait for eternity.
The things you own end up owning you.
I am putting myself to the fullest possible use, which is all I think that any conscious entity can ever hope to do.
It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything.