"When they come in contact with organic matter, they use the mass to form a neural control network that then takes control of the ship... Each Beast cell functions like a biomechanical virus. It is capable of using and subverting living cells in much the same way that i-it subverts and uses non-organic technology..."
A virus walks into a bar. The bartender says, "We don't serve viruses here." The virus replaces the bartender and says, "Now you do."
Smith: Yes, me. (stabs his hand into the Agent) Me, me, me...
Smith: Me too.
Morpheus: And now there's more than one of them?
Neo: A lot more.
Link: How's that possible?
Neo: I don't know. Somehow he's found a way to copy himself.
Morpheus: Is that what he was doing to you?
Neo: I don't know what he was doing... but I know what it felt like.
It felt like I was back in that hallway. It felt like dying.
Every dead body that is not exterminated becomes one of them. It gets up and kills! The people it kills get up and kill.
The Filth! The Filth! It transmits!
It is like us. A flowing message. Crawling letters. A living meme. It is not us. It is anti-us, anti-luminosity that crucifies sentience. It trickles down hundreds of dimensions on alien gravity. You cannot even see most of it, sweetling. How will you escape? How do you hobble through this world on three tiny dimensions? It flows across time, a disease floating on Quantum Foam.
It is the harbinger of change - the sizzling, celestial syphilis. The flesh mutates
. The mind boils to bilious madness. All lucid thoughts to slay. All sweetlings are fair game to the drip.