Quotes: Assimilation Plot
"Everything you know has now become one. The past was alright, but the end is more fun."
— Powerman 5000, "Last Night on Earth"
"Breaking news: I'm everyone - and everyone in the world is ME!"
— The Master
, Doctor Who
, "The End Of Time" (Part One)
"The Universe, Doctor, as you so crudely put it, will not be
mine, the Universe will be —
After a million or so orbits around Your primary, You pause to reassess Your efforts. The stellar encapsulation is proceeding smoothly, and in a few hundred thousand more orbits will provide You with a 90% draw on Your primary's radiation, trapping all of the energy off the plane of the ecliptic. Deep space Aux links allow You to watch the frame assembly in low stellar orbit, and follow the progress of buglike Jovian freighters loaded with resupply mass. Occasionally You spot one of Your transhuman friends/symbiotes supervising activity on a scaffolding; even the immortals sometimes crave the risk and adventure of independent incarnation. Some of the most daring souls even undertook to resume interstellar travel, beginning with a return to Your nearest neighbor to sift through the ashes of its third planet and recolonize their home system. In the present age You hear a nanotech civilization is thriving there once again. In such times of repose, You often sift through Your personalities and recall Your former selves. Your alpha self derives from an individual once called $NAME 1. Over the millenia the exceptional focus and judgment characteristic of this fragment have proven effective on numerous occasions. The $NAM E1self now drives all of Your long and short range planning, and is the principal force behind the encapsulation project. Ponderous but playful is the Voice/Planet personality, avatar of Your sessile precursor, who in the present age has devoted her centuries to philosophical pondering. Many others flit about within You. Some, like the prankster $SHIMODA 9 and the demon $NAME 5 are semi-dominant and often hover near the plane of Your Thought. Others plumb the depths and create new worlds within the abyss of Your open-ended neural network. Sunlight plays across Your mottled surface and provides pleasing warmth to Your organic components. Recently, You have edged somewhat further away from the primary and purged Your atmosphere of certain gases in order to allow the occasional friends/symbiotes who choose to live among Your organic gardens an easily breathable mixture. In another eight billion orbits the primary will drop off the main sequence and alternate arrangements will have to be made, but for now You maintain Your gardens as a paradise. The transhumans who live among them call it Eden.
"I am a timeless chorus. Join your voice with mine and sing victory everlasting."
"This is a soulless society, Captain. It has no spirit, no spark. All is indeed peace, and tranquility. The peace of the factory. The tranquility of the machine. All parts, working in unison."
Can you not understand, that the individual is only a cell? The weariness of the cell is the vigour of the organism. Do you die when you cut your fingernails? We are the priests of power. God is power. But at present power is only a word so far as you are concerned. It is time for you to gather some idea of what power is. The first thing you must realize is that power is collective. The individual only has power in so far as he ceases to be an individual. You know the Party slogan, "Freedom is Slavery". Has it ever occurred to you that it is reversible? Slavery is freedom. Alone-free-the human being is always defeated. It must be so, because every human being is doomed to die, which is the greatest of all failures. But if he can make complete, utter submission, if he can escape from his identity, if he can merge with the Party so that he IS the Party, then he is all-powerful and immortal. The second thing for you to realize is that power is power over human beings. Over the body, but above all, over the mind.
— Inner Party member O'Brien
"To right the countless wrongs of our day, we shine this light of true redemption, that this place may become as paradise. What a wonderful world such would be..."
We are the Borg. Lower your shields and surrender your ships. We will add your biological and technological distinctiveness to our own. Your culture will adapt to service us. Resistance Is Futile.
You fight your own rebirth. Thank us - beg us - for immortality. We have allowed this glory - we DEMAND you accept.
"Let all of mankind come together in Instrumentality. For the fate of destruction is also the joy of rebirth."