Spare us your pity, alien. You gush about your connection with nature, your
primal wisdom, but what has it brought you?
Where are your marvels of engineering? Your voyages of discovery? Your
great Insight into the nature of the universe? Even at our bases) when we
dressed as you do, dwelt as you do, hunted as you do, lived as you do, we did
more than merely survive. We built wonders. We made great , blotto--
forged epics. You have not.
You spack; s. o '",trois' dangling from your skulls, little realizing
that they are but strings and” you puppets. What little you have accomplished
you attribute to the wisdom of your goddess, who is nothing but the voices of
your dead echoing for all eternity. She moors you to the past, serving as a
leash that keeps you as little better than apes, sad parodies of civilization
that lack that special spark to become something more.
We have come to your world in search of resources. Whether your actions
drive us back or we take what we want and move on, the outcome is the
same. We will depart from your wretched planet, leaving you behind. And in a
thousand years, you will G' thave changed from this contact with another
world. You will remain In your trees, hunting your prey, communing with your
goddess, until your sun burns out and your world dies. _
And above your tomb, the Mars will belong to us.