[private to Alma] Kālo'smi lokakṣayakṛtpravṛddho lokānsamāhartumiha pravṛttaḥ.
Tch! "Destroyer of Worlds" but you choose not to be? In the place I dreamed of, I knew one of those types. People who proclaim themselves to be gods or somehow remotely god-like, always fall the farthest and the hardest. No, you are no god, not even a god of death by any measure, and are ultimately nothing but an insignificant speck in a universal context or in comparison to others on this network. An annoying, utterly irritating speck like an escaped and infected lab rat that needs to be cleaned up, before you cause a real catastrophic mess that everyone else will have to live through and deal with. I am not even the one you would have to worry about, seeing as how I spend a large portion of my time simply observing varying subjects of interest. You draw enough attention to yourself as a focal point, that you should worry far less about me, and more about other entities who might already be watching or potentially able to locate where you are, as the center of an ongoing disturbance.
You are an ant. A mere insect. You are ill equipped to even remotely fathom the other forces around you more than even myself, for you are only one pawn out of many, on the metaphorical chessboard of existence. While what you do, does have an impact on those around you? There are still kings and queens and bishops (et al.) that are above you, and no doubt there are the unseen hands of fate, moving those pieces into place. When the pieces have served their purpose, they go back to whence they came, regardless of our rank or status, or of who is on the winning or losing side of the board. The outcome is the same. They all fall and eventually, inevitably, they are thrown into the same box.
Game over, o benevolent Little Miss Oppenheimer. She who has so graciously decided not to destroy us all when she bats an eyelash.
My, my. Am I expected to live in fear of your wrath? What a pity. I do not.
The reason you so carelessly announce that you could "destroy worlds" if you took it upon yourself to be bothered doing so, as if it is a simple whim at your discretion, is because you are still young and self-involved (as those who are young often are), and can not see further than the end of your own nose or the nose of the ones you are infatuated with. Or your own bulging stomach, for that matter.
Let us be clear. Your only usefulness to me was that you were a passable lab assistant in a highly controlled and locked down setting, for a set amount of time. After that point, you were a subject of medical interest, but only so much as an anomaly or peculiarity that might be interesting to glean readings off of. That by no means indicates that you are an integral part of any ongoing study in particular. The importance to someone such as myself was nominal and more geared toward containment and safety, than a want to continually study you or anything that emerges out of you for the next six months or even ten years. I have inquired and asked for willing samples to be given, but you will note that I have not attempted to take them by force. I will wait and observe. When your offspring has escaped your womb and once it is not determined to be a threat, then I have officially lost interest in you both. Nothing more. Nothing less.
Emphasis is placed more heavily on the less side of that spectrum, so that you are certain of your place in the grand scheme of things or where I am concerned.
Now that we are clear about your supposed 'importance' to me and you might now possibly be able to fathom the words on your screen?
Goodbye and good luck, Alma Wade. May everything proceed without complications.
Oh? And should you ever fall and even if you take us all with you? I will enjoy witnessing the spectacle. After all? Should you destroy this world with me on it, then I know where I am going.