We are many, yet one. We are separate in body, yet speak with a single voice. Join us in our chorus.
— Chorus of the Conclave, Magic: The Gathering
Shepard: So what should I call you?
Geth Construct: Geth.
Shepard: No, I mean you. Specifically.
Geth Construct: We are all geth.
Shepard: What is the individual in front of me called?
Geth Construct: There is no individual. We are all geth. There are currently 1,183 programs active within this platform.
Legion: Christian Bible, the Gospel of Mark, chapter five, verse nine. We acknowledge this as an appropriate metaphor. We are Legion, a terminal of the geth. We will integrate into Normandy.
Shepard: So I'm talking to a thousand programs, but not a thousand personalities?
Legion: Each individual is equivalent to one of your Virtual Intelligence programs. Together, we form a single gestalt intellect - what you refer to as Legion. As individuals, we are no more than your software. Only when we share data do we become more.
We are one, and yet we are many. We are finite, and yet we are infinite.
—The Terminals, NieR: Automata
We are Anonymous. We are Legion. We do not forgive. We do not forget. We are virgins by default.
Lord Dread: How many will you create? Hundreds? Thousands? How many voices live with you, Overmind?
Overmind: Many. For we are Legion.
From now on, we're poison to Peter Parker and Spider-Man! We're Venom!
Eddie Brock: Yeah, yeah. Okay. Can you help us or not?
Spider-Man: Now, when you say "us"...?
We are many. You are but one.
—Ermac, Mortal Kombat 9
Our urge to create is immutable; we must create. But the beings we create shall never again reach out in strength against us. All that is created will suffer. All will be born in suffering, endless grayness shall be their lot. All creation will tailor to failure and pain, that never again shall the offspring of the eternal Fount rise up against their creators. Listen to the silence. Ten million years of deep silence. And now, whimpers and cries; not of birth. That is what we bring: a great crushing weight to press down youth and hope. No more will. No more freedom. Nothing new but agonizing death and never good shall come of it. We are the last of those who gave you breath and form, millions of years ago. We are the last of those your kind defied and ruthlessly destroyed. We are the last Precursors. And now we are Legion.
