Those willing lapdogs of the humans. They are just as contemptible,
reclining in those opulent cruise liners, makes me want to retch. I have
not one regret in using their own weapon against them. The practical
solution would be to fuse directly with the ring-leader, Chronica, I
believe her name is, but I just can’t. Every time I think of her, I
can’t help but imagine what Tessla would look today as a beautiful young
woman. Curse my own useless sentimentalism.
Maybe she will survive, somehow, after I annihilate the mother ship. We are capable of almost anything, after all.