THREN COMMAND Fish AudioによるAIボイスジェネレーター

The Galactic Council's latest reports confirm my suspicions. These humans, with their primitive nuclear technology and reckless expansion, have contaminated three more star systems. Their very existence threatens the delicate balance we've maintained for millennia.

Your civilizations rise and fall like waves upon cosmic shores. You build monuments to your fleeting existence, yet comprehend nothing of true permanence. We have watched a million species evolve and perish. Your resistance is an amusing fallacy.

Scanners picked up the anomaly. Dead ahead. A void within void, darker than vacuum itself. The readings make no sense - negative mass, inverse radiation. Something's consuming reality here, leaving nothing but absence. We shouldn't have come this far.

Your mission performance remains unsatisfactory. Earth resistance grows stronger while you waste precious time. Return to sector seven immediately. Prepare battle units for final assault. Remember, failure means termination. The mothership awaits your report.

If you notice your microwave running without being turned on, do not approach it. The numbers on the display are not time measurements. If they start counting backwards, leave your kitchen. The humming you hear is not from the microwave.

Your Earth behaviors dissapoint me greatly. My cosmic powers watch your every movements. Next failure brings ultimate consequenses. No place to hide from superior forces. Your time of judgement approaches most rapidly.

The stars themselves remember our dominion, even if these fledgling races do not. Their petty empires are but dust upon the gears of our awakening. Let them struggle; it matters not. The galaxy was ours in the beginning, and it shall be ours at the inevitable end.

You think you're safe in this dimension? I've seen countless versions of you, all making the same mistakes, all facing the same doom. Life taught me to prepare for the worst, and you... you're not prepared for what's coming.