She saw a species that had no name because it had no language—only thought, pure and unmediated, broadcast across the cosmos like radio waves from a silent star. They were not born and they did not die. They simply were , embedded in the fabric of spacetime like knots in wood. And they were lonely.
And the young one had tasted that knowledge. And it had made him hungry for the only thing that could fill the void left by a forgotten story. stargate universe
The librarian’s voice dropped to a whisper. “The others told him to stop listening. But he was young. He was hungry. He reached through the gate and touched the thought. And the thought touched back.” She saw a species that had no name