Well, this summer has been one headlong dive into whirlwind romance for me. Ha! I wish! As You Know, I've spent most of the summer trying to run into Percy Marlborough (sigh!), the handsome young industrialist I met the day I snuck into the country club on a lark.
OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD. He's not human.
If anyone finds this, I beg you, call the police. Tell them our city is full of insect-lizard creatures that walk invisibly among us and feed on our emotions, an ancient eldritch race that see all our efforts and strivings as the caperings of monkeys."
— How Not To Write A Novel, "'And One Ring to Bind Them,' Said the Old Cowpoke"
Your civilization is based on the technology of the mass relays, our technology. By using it, your society develops along the paths we desire. We impose order on the chaos of organic evolution. You exist because we allow it. And you will end because we demand it.
Tull: Great and holy heavens! You don't know, do you?
Loken: Don't know what?
Tull: (laughing) All this time, we've been pussyfooting around you and your great Warmaster, fearing the worst...
Loken: Commander, I will own up to ignorance and embrace illumination, but I will not be laughed at.
Tull: Forgive me.
Loken: Tell me why I should. Illuminate me.
Tull: (now deadly serious) Kaos is the damnation of all mankind, Loken. Kaos will outlive us and dance on our ashes. All we can do, all we can strive for, is to recognize its menace and keep it at bay, for as long as we persist.
Loken felt sick as he realized that everything he knew about the warp was wrong.
He had been told there were no such things as gods.
He had been told there was nothing in the warp but insensate, elemental power.
He had been told that the galaxy was too sterile for melodrama.
Everything he had been told was a lie. [...]
Sindermann had been right. Loken was hearing the music of the spheres, and it was a terrible sound that spoke of corruption, blood and the death of the universe.
Loken knew with utter certainty that it was up to him to silence it.
Shi Qiang: Conclusion? We haven't figured anything out! Where's the picture of cosmic civilization you promised?
Luo Ji: If neither communicationnote or silencenote will work once you learn of my existence, you're left with just one option.
Shi Qiang: Fuck!
Luo Ji: Extrapolate that option out to billions upon billions of stars and hundreds of millions of civilizations, and there's your picture.
Shi Qiang: That's... that's really dark.
Luo Ji: The real universe is just that black. The universe is a dark forest. Every civilization is an armed hunter stalking through the trees like a ghost, gently pushing aside branches that block the path and trying to tread without sound. Even breathing is done with care. The hunter has to be careful, because everywhere in the forest are stealthy hunters like him. If he finds other life — another hunter, an angel or a demon, a delicate infant or a tottering old man, a fairy or a demigod — there's only one thing he can do: open fire and eliminate them. In this forest, hell is other people. An eternal threat that any life that exposes its own existence will be swiftly wiped out. This is the picture of cosmic civilization. It's the explanation for the Fermi Paradox. But in this dark forest, there's a stupid child called humanity, who has built a bonfire and is standing beside it shouting, 'Here I am! Here I am!'
"Never bring Time Travel, the Cthulhu Mythos, or Giant Robots into an established setting, because if you do, all it will ever really BE about from then on is Time Travel, or the Cthulhu Mythos, or Giant Robots. Or Giant Robots traveling through time to fight the Cthulhu Mythos."
"The dance of division and replication. Imperfect. Finite. Organic life evolves, yearns for perfection. That yearning leads to synthetic life. But organics perceive this perfection as a threat. When they realize that their creations do not age, or become sick, or die... they will seek to destroy them, and in so doing, destroy themselves.
"Beyond the boundaries of time and space, we stand. An alliance of synthetic life, watching you, waiting for your signal. Call us, and we will come. You will have our protection. Your evolution will be their extinction."
— The Admonition, Star Trek: Picard