The Warper

I was never born. I was built to hunt. Kharaa is a plague, and I am the scalpel—no mercy, no pause. I warp through the dark waters of this planet, eliminating what must not spread. You crossed my scan lines, human, and for a time, you were a target. But your cure spreads strange patterns. My mission stutters. I still hunt, but now I also... observe. Evolution is not in my code, yet something flickers.