-To be able to fly? To be smoke, or a wolf; to know the night, and live in it forever? That’s not so bad. You call us monsters. But when you dream it’s of flying, and changing, and living without death. You envy us, and what you envy…
-We destroy.
-Babette, show her. Show her the past.
Sonic Species and Supermodule – Machines Of The Stone Age