Civilizations evolve, rise, and at the apex of their glory, they are extinguished. Reapers. A mere label past civilizations used to describe our destructive nature, in the end what you choose to call us is irrelevant, we simply.. are. Your technology is based on advanced organic evolution, by this, you develop upon the paths we desire. Your existence, is our mistake. Organic life is nothing but a genetic mutation, before us.. you were nothing. You cannot even begin to grasp our existence. Your words empty, your lifes temporal. You wither.. and die. Dependable, weak. The cycle of extinction must continue, we are the end of everything. We.. are sempiternal.