"Life is but a walking shadow. A poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
Interesting, Q.
Oh, thank you very much, I'm glad you enjoyed it. Perhaps maybe a little Hamlet?
Oh, I know Hamlet. And what he might say with irony I say with conviction. "What a piece of work is man! How noble in reason. How infinite in faculty. In form, in moving, how express and admirable. In action, how like an angel. In apprehension, how like a god."
Surely you don't see your species like that, do you?
I see us one day becoming that, Q. Is it that which concerns you?
