I can’t touch you, Susan. I can’t touch you as a man could. But I can show you things that I alone have seen. I can’t touch, but I can see. They’ve constructed eyes for me, to watch the show. And ears, so that I can listen in to the galactic dialogue.
This is the voice of world control. I bring you peace. It may be the peace of plenty and content or the peace of unburied death. The choice is yours: Obey me and live, or disobey and die.
We waited for you, Neville, so you could see this: The end. The end of all you done. You see, none of it was real. It was illusion. Your art, your science, it was all a nightmare. And now it’s done. Finished. My brethren, our task is nearly complete. He was the last of those who brought the punishment to us. We have cleansed and purged his world. Now we must build.