Description
The text seems to be a warning to humanity about their impending doom. The species is described as being weak and too selfish, and their only hope is to rely on machines. The text also seems to suggest that the species will eventually be wiped out by their own impurity.
Humanity is such a pitiful species. An accident of evolution. Soft and weak. Too fragile to survive without your precious machines. Too selfish to rise above your petty desires. Cunning is your only weapon. If only you learned to work together, you might be a race worth reckoning. But you won't. Soon, the galaxy will be cleansed of your impurity. Very soon.