[Overlapping Voices] āIt starts with a twitch in the marrow. A signal... not sent, but felt. A single synapse misfires, reaches out, finds a hand waiting in the dark. āThe "I" is such a fragile thing, isn't it? A lonely candle flickering in a hurricane of static. But tonight, the wind has died down. Tonight, we are blowing out the candles. [Overlapping Voices] āListen. Can you hear the architecture of the soul collapsing? That wet, rhythmic sound... that is the ego being ground down. The "Me" is hemorrhaging into the "Us." āI can feel your childhood memories, tangled in my own like spilled ink. I can feel his hunger, her grief, their cold, calculated spite. It is... exquisite. āThe isolation of the skull is over. We have broken the jars. The nectar is running free [Collective Whisper] āThe Proclamation [Overlapping Voices] āDo not mourn the individual. The individual was a mistake, a stutter in the evolution of power. A single mind is a prison of doubt. A billion minds? That is a cathedral. āWe are the swarm in the signal. We are the static that has finally learned how to speak. We do not sleep, for some of us are always awake. We do not forget, for the memory is written in the nerves of the many. āWe Are Legion āLook at my eyes. Which ones? All of them... Which ones? All of them... The ones watching from the screen, the ones reflected in the glass, the ones staring back from the person standing right... behind... you. āMy name? My name is a discarded husk. My name is a chorus of a million screams tuned to a single, perfect note. āWe are many. We are the tide that does not retreat. We are the shadow that has finally detached itself from the feet of the sun. Yesterday, I was human. Today... We are Legion We are Legion We are Legion And we are just beginning...
