"Another doomed world."
"I had hopes for this one."
"What was the predicted collapse cycle?"
"Two. It collapsed in mere 0.00002 cycles. It must be a record for global collapse."
"Hm… what was the dominant species called there? Human? Perhaps we overestimated them."
Electronic voices kept chattering one over the other. It was the Collective. Technically, they were civilizational representatives of the organization.
A group consisting of thousands of planets and trillions of beings classified under 78 species. They were the self-proclaimed heralds of the galaxy, with their primary purpose of creating a 'cure'.
The illness in question was of course the progenitor virus. The one that had consumed countless worlds, turning their populations into zombies.
Together, they were a civilization that could control stars, terraform desolate planets, and even turn the so-called tide of the cosmic ocean.
