Message #36.
To: Ridley.
From: Samus Aran.
Subject: Free Will.
Did you ever notice only others want to wear different shoes? Why do others always think someone else has it so good, and they only wish they could be them? Do you think my life is great Ridley, do you really want what I have? Because if you do you sure are pathetic, and mother brain should have fried whatever tiny brain you have.
Why would you want to be me Ridley? I have to protect people and waste my time with those I don't care about. Don't you get it, I don't belong. I'm part chozo, part human, neither group really taking me in fully. Sure the chozo were expecting, but I couldn't think as fast as them or anyway like them; they could see cities float in the sky, time rifts in space, flowing 4 dimensional models as soon as they got the most basic whim of the concept. Me, well I couldn't do that, I couldn't keep up with them at all.
Now I'm human, and I only want that to end. Humanity is doomed, all I wish is to be back with the chozo for a last chance, but the universe is a cruel mistress. Soon enough all will be dead, especially you and your people.
Samus Aran: The angel of death.
