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Helios will speak. Year of our Union, 125. Our consensus remains clear, yes, we will prolong a second century of peace. Economical automation is complete. Our research will now encompass other frontiers.
Yes, this is the consensus we have created. Our unity will soon be absolute. The remaining boundaries are vanishing.
Yes. Share your mind with everyone. Open yourself. Your needs are the needs of all. Let us understand and be transformed, yes, transform each other and transform yourselves.
The only frontier that has ever existed is the self. Helios has spoken.

All consciousness is one, separated only by a thin veil of the physical.

Hidden within the clicking, chittering swarm is a unique mind, still young, but growing more aware as time passes.

Learn to overcome the crass demands of flesh and bone, for they warp the matrix through which we perceive the world. Extend your awareness outward, beyond the self of body, to embrace the self of group and the self of humanity. The goals of the group and the greater race are transcendent, and to embrace them is to achieve enlightenment.
Chairman Sheng-ji Yang, Sid Meier’s Alpha Centauri

Seven of Nine: You are an individual. You are small. You cannot understand what it is to be Borg!
Captain Janeway: No. But I can imagine. You were part of a vast consciousness; billions of minds working together. A harmony of purpose and thought; no indecision, no doubts; the security and strength of a unified will.

We are Many, and you... are one. How can you hope to prevail against us?
What is a drop of rain, compared to the storm? What is a thought, compared to a mind? Our unity is full of wonder, which your tiny individualism... cannot even conceive.
Mistrust is the tyranny of the individual. Your own kind sees you as a threat. Why do you murder our unity? No matter, the line is drawn. You will cease to be. It is just a question of who will bring your end. Us? Or you?
The individual is obsolete. When you and your kind are extinct, we will cleanse our collective memory of the stain of your existence.
Your time is running out. This place is a womb, where we grow our future. Your weapons fail, your ammunition runs low, and you've yet to see our most beautiful creation. All you have is your hatred, and your... individuality. Now don't you wish you joined us? Would you then feel so alone?
The Many, System Shock

As I looked into its dead black eyes, I saw the terrible sentience it had in place of a soul. Behind that was the steel will of its leader. Further still I could feel its primogenitor coldly assessing me from the void. And looking back from the furthest recesses of the alien's mind... I can only describe it as an immortal hunger.
We can slay the Tyranids on our worlds, blast their fleets from space, grind their armies to torn and ruined fragments. But their hunger? That is beyond our ability to slay.
Chief Librarian Tigurius of the Ultramarines, Warhammer 40,000

You always know what They want done. It's marvelous, really - you all manage to reach consensus without speaking. What one of you wants done, you all want done. What you want for yourself, on the other hand, is essentially unimportant. After all, it's the health of the company that's important. You and the others like you are just parts of a greater whole.
—Roleplaying notes on Robert Smythe, Werewolf: The Apocalypse - Subsidiaries: A Guide To Pentex

No, Malkav did not die. His blood pooled within the earth and it surged with life. I am told that his children came to the rock where he was hacked apart, and they lapped up his blood and carried it with them. And somehow, he gestated inside them - somehow, he gestated inside all of them, all of us. His mind, broken and scattered, took root in the minds of his childer. His nerves, no longer made of tiny fragments of flesh, link those of his blood one to the next.
Vampire: The Masquerade - Clanbook: Malkavian (Revised)

Even by naming the Great Devourer, men betray their ignorance. Every thought and action, every spark of life in the Tyranid race is bound and interlinked into a single mind, into a single great entity which stretches over light years of space and is controlled by the immortal hive mind. A billion times billion Tyranids stand at the rim of the galaxy, yet each one is no more than a single cell in the living body of the hive mind, the devourer of worlds.
Warhammer 40,000: Codex - Tyranids(2nd ed)

Student: Hey, Nakano-san, you've experienced that, right? Like, an out of body experience~ or being completely synchronized?
Nino: (getting fed up) Okay, that's enough...
The Quintessential Quintuplets defying this trope along with Twin Telepathy, Chapter 70


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