I am Deimos, one of the creations of Samir Duran at the peak of his power. I was the child of his wildest imaginings, and I was his downfall. For it was I who slaughtered him. It was I who turned upon my creator, with glimpses of power haunting my thoughts and dreams- desires to lead us, the Hybrids, on to a glorious future with me at their head.
More and more often, I realize how close we are to that goal. We are stronger, we are faster, and we are superior. Blood akin to that of Gods runs through our veins, and true freedom lies within our grasp-freedom over life, and over death, over the very souls of this universe and every being within it.
Yet we could not move so quickly. For five years, we awaited the onset of our golden age, and I believe that we have found it. The Protoss are weak: lurking in the shadows to lick their wounds. The Terrans are divided: their once mighty Directorate shattered into pitiful feudalism.
Even now, we lay seeds of derision within Kerrigan's ranks, and soon I will usurp her throne; with Kerrigan falling prey to her characteristic human arrogance.
The time has come, and we shall not distance ourselves from the hour at hand. Doubtless the other weaker races shall attempt to check us, but I will heed them not. Let them come to me, I say, and meet their demise at my hand!