Message replay: Twelve trillion
Six hundred and fifty thousand
Four hundred and thirty one
These are the last words of my kind
We created a machine, a gateway, we called it
This machine would open up a vortex
A hole that would let us peer into another reality
Or dimension of time
At that moment the galaxy opened a hole in the sky
That spanned across the heavens
The gateway's capacitors were overloaded - destroyed
And now, could not reverse the the damage that we had done
It is almost as if they were waiting for this
The alien race came through the vortex in great numbers
With superior technology
We raised our weapons
In a defensive posture
They fired down upon upon us
Killing thousands with each blast
They did not respond to
Our surrender but continued with their planet cleansing
This leads me to believe that no one will survive
This is the last message from our kind
Message will replay in five seconds. Message replay
Twelve trillion, six hundred and fifty thousand
Four hundred and thirty two
