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"Everything you know has now become one. The past was alright, but the end is more fun."
Powerman 5000, "Last Night on Earth"

"No, It's not that everything returns to nothingness. It's nothing but returning everything to the beginning. Nothing but returning things to the mother which has long since been lost. All the minds become one mind, obtaining peace forever. Nothing but that."
Gendo Ikari, Neon Genesis Evangelion, Episode 25

"The Universe, Doctor, as you so crudely put it, will not be mine, the Universe will be — me!"
Skagra, Doctor Who, "Shada"

"This broadcast is for humankind. Cybermen now occupy every landmass on this planet. But you need not fear. Cybermen will remove fear. Cybermen will remove sex, and class, and colour, and creed. You will become identical. You will become like us!"
Cyber Controller, Doctor Who, "Doomsday"

"Breaking news: I'm everyone - and everyone in the world is ME!"
The Master, Doctor Who, "The End Of Time" (Part One)

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 $NAME1. Over the millenia the exceptional focus and judgment characteristic of this fragment have proven effective on numerous occasions. The $NAME1self 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 $SHIMODA9 and the demon $NAME5 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.
Epilogue from the Book of Planet, M.Y. 1,027,823, Sid Meier’s Alpha Centauri

"I am a timeless chorus. Join your voice with mine and sing victory everlasting."
Gravemind, Halo 3

"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."
Spock, Star Trek: The Original Series, "The Return of the Archons", twenty-odd years before the Borg.

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, Nineteen Eighty-Four

"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.
The Borg, Star Trek

You fight your own rebirth. Thank us - beg us - for immortality. We have allowed this glory - we DEMAND you accept.
Unused Harbinger dialogue, Mass Effect 2

"Let all of mankind come together in Instrumentality. For the fate of destruction is also the joy of rebirth."
SEELE, on their reasons for carrying out the Human Instrumentality Project, Neon Genesis Evangelion

The Courier: Are the Blackfoots part of the Legion?
Hanlon: Yes and no. The Blackfoots don't exist anymore, just like any other tribe that gets swallowed by the Legion. Caesar takes the tribal out of the tribe. Scrapes and burns off tattoos, breaks up families, forces mixed breeding so all the old loyalties die away. The only tribe in the Legion is the Legion. Caesar is their chief, father, and god all rolled into one.

Caesar: Rome was a highly militarized autocracy that effectively integrated the foreign cultures it conquered. It dedicated its citizens to something higher than themselves - to the idea of Rome itself. In Rome I found a template for a society equal to the challenges of the post-apocalyptic world - a society that could and would survive. A society that could prevent mankind from fracturing and destroying itself in this new world, by establishing a new Pax Romana.
The Courier: What does "Pax Romana" mean?
Caesar: It means a nationalist, imperialist, totalitarian, homogenous culture that obliterates the identity of every group it conquers. Long-term stability at all costs. The individual has no value beyond his utility to the state, whether as an instrument of war, or production.

Stunningly beautiful, frighteningly strong and utterly brilliant, the agents of Transhumanity are formidable adversaries made all the more threatening by their simple and tempting offer. Whenever encountered, their first message is always the same: "Surrender now and be made perfect." Of course, they don't mention the catch. Through a course of drug therapies, reconstructive surgeries, forced exercise and diet regimes, and a retroviral cocktail, any human can become a Transhuman: beautiful, forever healthy, and one small speck in their Hive Mind. That's right: once "uplifted," Transhumans have no individual will. There is also only one model: the same perfect androgynous face and genderless physique calculated as the apogee of human beauty. While the agents of Transhumanity present themselves as individuals, they are more like appendages of a single organism with a single purpose: consume and convert all life everywhere.
Mage: The Ascension - Convention Book: Void Engineers (Revised)

"It is done. Hear me, Children of Adam. I command-"
The Arch-Usurper's voice chokes off in a gurgle. His body twitches, swells and churns as eyes, mouths, tentacles and other organs erupt from his flesh and sink back in again. Amid all the changes, he laughs a deep, ugly laugh. The characters cannot move; they cannot sense their own bodies in their millionfold view of the world. "Be of me," the Tremere-Thing says, and the characters see the flesh of millions of people ripple and flow in response. Kindred, kine and other, their skin splits apart to release a large, slimy, chitinous creature - part insect, part reptile and all nightmare; characters may recognize it as the Horrid Form of Vicissitude. Some mortals and supernatural part-humans resist the worldwide contagion, but they are a small minority. [...]
The Tzimisce Antediluvian has made its masterstroke. All is Tzimisce.

All will be one.
— The motto of New Phyrexia in Magic: The Gathering

The enteral infinity—this world is mine.
The absolute—I shall have all.
The beginning—I shall be all.
The being—all are'mrakul.
The end.
The end.
The end.
— Supposedly Emrakul from Magic: The Gathering about hereself

Rows of smiling identical people sing a patriotic anthem in perfect tune. In Utopia/Dystopia, you are never alone.
Your society is happy, or it's not. Someone else has it better than you, or they don't. But you're sure about one thing: other people are different from you. And that's dangerous.
Everyone must share in your happiness or unhappiness. Everyone else must be just like you. Like Jane. Like John.
Oh boy, it's war again!
Civilization, by Vylar Kaftan

A billion years ago, VIRM had thrown away the confinements of their mortal bodies and become a disembodied hive mind. Getting rid of all the issues that mortal bodies, and free will caused was the most freeing feeling that VIRM had every [sic] felt. They realized that this was the true way to live, and that everyone else in the Galaxy also needed to join them. The rest of the Galaxy did not agree.
So, VIRM found themselves in the position of a parent tying to feed a child Glickno weed: the target of slander and violence. Why couldn’t the rest of the Galaxy just stop arguing about what was best for them?

You see? I am the future. And, in fact, that is truer than you can imagine. When the world has been made ready by the Apprehension Engine, I shall bless you all with my own mind. With the calibration drum, I can use the Engine as a transmitter. Like my Ruskinites, Mr Spork, you shall all know every detail of me. And gradually, you will become me. I will be everyone, and everything, for ever. My perception will be the only perception. My mind, the only mind. Your mind, Mr Spork. You will be part of me. I will become God. It is too late to prevent this. It has always been, will always have been, too late.
Shem Shem Tsien, Angelmaker

Sofia Lamb teaches us: what is in common is good. What is irreducible is right. She guides us all to the indivisible, along a river of ADAM. Rapture's Daughter, Eleanor, shall be our vessel. In her we shall be reborn!
Father Simon Wales, Bioshock 2

"There we are! I've removed their flaws! Now there is nothing to hinder my white light from sparkling through them! I'd rather not spread my uninhibited self so thin, you know, but you've made it absolutely necessary. Now all the impurities you've encouraged in them are gone! Now they are brilliant! Now they are perfect! Now, they are ME!"
White Diamond, Steven Universe

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