I have seen worlds bathed in the Makers' flames. Their denizens fading without so much as a whimper. Entire planetary systems born and raised in the time that it takes your mortal hearts to beat once. Yet all throughout, my own heart, devoid of emotion... of empathy. I... have... felt... nothing! A million, million lives wasted. Had they all held within them your tenacity? Had they all loved life as you do?

You are not prepared!

What is better -- to be born good, or to overcome your evil nature through great effort?

We're made up of thousands of parts with thousands of functions all working in tandem to keep us alive. Yet if only one part of our imperfect machine fails, life fails. It makes one realize how fragile... how flawed we are...

I was programmed to be helpful and answer any questions I was asked. I guess nobody bothered to restrict who I answer questions for.
That was probably pretty dumb, huh?

You are approached by a frenzied Vault scientist, who yells, "I'm going to put my quantum harmonizer in your photonic resonation chamber!"

War.. war never changes.

Communism is the very definition of failure.

Death is a preferable alternative to communism.

Democracy is non-negotiable.

I will stay behind, to gaze at the sun. The sun is a wondrous body. Like a magnificent father! If only I could be so grossly incandescent!

Puny creatures of blood and flesh. You touch my mind, fumbling in ignorance, incapable of understanding

Ahh you think you're different? That you can handle it? Yes, I remember that feeling. For I was the same.

You wish to finish this war with your honor intact? Stand among the ashes of a trillion dead souls and ask the ghosts if honor matters... The silence will be your answer.

We impose order on the chaos of organic evolution. You exist because we allow it, and you will end because we demand it.