"Do you not trust the feelings of the flesh? Our biology yearns to join with yours. We welcome you to our mass. But you puzzle us. Why do you serve our mother? How can you choose cold metal over the splendor of flesh? But you fear us. We hear your thoughts, and they rage for your brothers you believe dead. But they are not. They sing in our symphony of life. We offer another chance to join us. If you choose to lie down with the machine, we will rend you apart, and put you separate from the joy of the mass."
What is a drop of rain compared to a storm? What is a thought compared to a mind? Our unity is full of wonder your tiny individualism cannot even conceive.
Those old Looking Glass games had some really good writing. SS2 and the first two Thief games are :chefs-kiss: