There is a realm of existence so far beyond your own you cannot even imagine it. We are beyond your comprehension. We are the Hive. Rudimentary creatures of blood and flesh, you touch our mind, fumbling in ignorance, incapable of understanding. In the end, what you choose to call us is irrelevant. We simply are. Your life is measured in years and decades. You wither and die. We are eternal, the pinnacle of evolution and existence. Before us, you are nothing. Your extinction is inevitable. We are the end of everything. My kind transcends your very understanding. You cannot even grasp the nature of our existence. We have no beginning, we have no end, we are infinite. Millions of years after your civilization has been eradicated and forgotten, we will endure.We are your genetic destiny, the time of our return is coming. Our numbers will darken the sky of every world. You cannot escape your doom. You exist because we allow it, and you will end because we demand it. Your words are as empty as your future. We are the vanguard of your destruction. This exchange is over.