We were outgunned and outnumbered, and so we had to run. We evacuated that universe through a back door. We had no idea where it would lead us, but anything, we thought, would be better than that dreadful existence.
Oh, how wrong we were.
We suspected it would be quite bad, but failed to realize just how much. We never expected to find ourselves in this dump of a solar system. For starters, you have a sun. How old fashioned is that? It is truly offensive to the eye. And that awful, smelly gas covering half of the planets in the system… how dreadful. How… unhygienic.
But all that, distasteful as it is, can almost be forgotten when compared to the real horror we’ve found in your system: the ugly perversion you call “consciousness”. That, for us, was too much to bear. We could no longer restrain ourselves.
And thus we’ve exterminated all life from the atmosphere of the planet you name “Venus”. Then, for a very long time, and despite the fact that we could not get rid of the distasteful atmosphere, all was fine. Until you people came along.
We’ll have to get rid of you too. But not before we turn off that ugly sun of yours.