A Reverend Mother will read my words!
I bequeath to you my fear and my loneliness.
To you I give the certainty that the body and soul of the Bene Gesserit will meet the same fate as all other bodies and all other souls.
What is survival if you do not survive whole? Ask the Bene Tleilax that! What if you no longer hear the music of life? Memories are not enough unless they call you to noble purpose!
Why did your sisterhood not build the Golden Path? You knew the necessity. Your failure condemned me, the God Emperor, to millennia of personal despair.
My words are your past, my questions are simple:
With whom will you ally?
With the self-idolaters of Tleilax?
With my Fish Speaker bureaucracy?
With the cosmos-wandering Guild?
With Harkonnen blood sacrificers?
With a dogmatic sink of your own creation?
How will you meet your end?
As no more than a secret society?