Within the mind of a Protoss Stalker

I'm envisioning a female dark templar entombed in a stalker after her first death. Her twisted mind now produces things like this:

We see the perceptions of an individual,
and make from it a portrait of the inner self.
From the one mouth of the teachers came
a new breed of sapience, into which poured
the evolution of the third cerebral fold.
Their generosity has boundaries
from within which purity of form is defined.
Cross the barrier and see the terror of the makers.
Don't hesitate, timid spirit!
We have only a thousand light years.

I'm thinking this would make a really good character in a campaign, even though it is a bit of a rip-off from Battlestar Galactica's Cylon mainframe computers. More to come, after I puff a bit more... JK

 

Only criticism is that light years aren't time. It measures distance.

 

That's intentional. It's also a bit of steal from my favorite TV show.