“Instincts are irrational, Mr. Wall, and we must follow where they lead… yes?”
We were dying. Our species needed to find new life. We left our home in search of a cure to our own mortality, and we found you. We created our experiment to understand you. To discover what makes you human. We were learning, yes?
But he awoke. He was not supposed to; he was to sleep, to remain a part of the experiment. The doctor failed to imprint him. The doctor has been… a problem. We had to remedy the situation, yes? Had to find him. Had to fix him. He was to have memories of betrayal, pain and murder. He was to cut, to kill. To find him we imprinted ourselves, yes, with all the memories that were to be his. We followed the memories as he followed the clues, we arrived at the same conclusion.
He should not have been able to tune either, Mr. Murdoch. No, he should not. when we captured him the doctor deceived us, assisted him. He destroyed all we had created, destroyed us all. We died as he brought your race into the light, and even then we failed to achieve our goal. We failed to discover the source of your humanity. And this is when he told us we were looking in the wrong place all along. The mind was never the source of your souls.