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Anrakyr the Traveller

Cast off the shackles of your slumber! The galaxy shall be ours once again!
Our people are awakening, and soon all of the galaxy shall be ours once more.
The Machine is strong. We must purge the weak, hated flesh and replace it with the blessed purity of metal. Only through permanence can we truly triumph, only through the Machine can we find victory. Punish the flesh. Iron in mind and body. Hail the Machine!

Warhammer 40k Necron Quotes for the Necron Bot

Warhammer 40k Necron Quotes for the Necron Bot

Hey every one just compiling some more quotes for the Necron chat bot.  Just another one of the Warhammer 40k bots I made.  I’m working with the IBM Watson API so I’ll Have the Necron bot done here shortly.  In the meen time check out the Space Marine bot here and the Orc WAAAAARGH bot here.

I got the quotes from Lexicanum.

Adept Corteswain

We are born for a darker purpose than that of mere existence. There will come a time when stygian night never ends, where dead stars will spread before us like islands that slumber on the ocean, and when the beings that hid like shadows will feed on us forever.

Inquisitor Hoth

That man is beset at all quarters by traitors, mutants and fiends is self-evident. But in truth none of these evils shall be our undoing.

When the end comes it will be not at the hand of any mortal being of this or any other realm: death will come at the hands of the ancients, those who determined our fate aeons before we stood erect upon the holy ground of Terra and gazed up into the starry night.

Inquisitor Kessel

We are less than cattle to these beings, chattel to be cast aside, consumed or made sport with for their pleasure. There is not one amongst them that would pay heed to a world of Man as I would to an ant on my boot.

Tomas Macabee, Necron Pariah

Existentialism is possibly the most onerous imposition of life. The need to ask why, to find some explanation. Nevertheless, despite the perfections granted me, I remain a living man and so must suffer under the cacophony of questions in my brain. And so I send out this final message to attempt to answer some of the questions you will have.

Why did I lead my fellows to their doom here on this arid plateau? Why have I submitted myself to the power of the immortal creatures who have risen from its sands? How could I, a respected scientist and prominent citizen, turn my back on the civilization that has given me so much?

The answer is simple. I have done everything in the name of purity.

Before my memories and emotions were reassembled in this more perfect form some fifteen cycles ago, I had spent a human lifetime studying civilization in all its forms. The sum of my work can be put thus: all life exists in discord. War and strife affect all known societies and all species spend their existences competing with others for limited resources. From the cries of an infant for the maternal teat to the wretched stench of the aged dying in their own filth, life is a series of squabbles and ugly messes.

There is an alternative. There exists a state in which all conflict is resolved and all is cold and silent. There are no wants, no wars, no squabbles. You may call this state death if you wish, but that is a misnomer. Death is but the ending of life, and that is only a means to an end. That end is purity, the time when all is still and unchanging.

Our universe began in purity and it will return to that blessed state. Hastening that return is the great work of the perfected beings I have awoken and who have made me their own.

You have tried to undo our great work. You have spread your vile, unclean selves across the galaxy, making a mockery of the beautiful silence we had wrought. It was all in vain.

Rejoice, for we have returned and your days are at an end.

Nahumekh, Necron Lord of the Sautekh Dynasty

All life will tear itself apart by my command.

Order. Unity. Obedience. We taught the galaxy these things long ago, and we will do so again.