One can read too much into one's own circumstances. I am reminded of one race who set themselves against us—oh, long ago now, before I was even thoug… - Iain Banks

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One can read too much into one's own circumstances. I am reminded of one race who set themselves against us—oh, long ago now, before I was even thought of. Their conceit was that the galaxy belonged to them, and they justified this heresy by a blasphemous belief concerning design. They were aquatic, their brain and major organs housed in a large central pod from which several large arms or tentacles protruded. These tentacles were thick at the body, thin at the tips and lined with suckers. Their water god was supposed to have made the galaxy in their image.
"You see? They thought that because they bore a rough physical resemblance to the great lens that is the home of all of us—even taking the analogy as far as comparing their tentacle suckers to globular clusters—it therefore belonged to them. For all the idiocy of this heathen belief, they had prospered and were powerful: quite respectable adversaries, in fact."
"Hmm," Aviger said. Without looking up, he asked, "What were they called?"
"Hmm," Xoxarle rumbled. "Their name..." The Idiran pondered. "...I believe they were called the...the Fanch."
"Never heard of them," Aviger said.
"No, you wouldn't have," Xoxarle purred. "We annihilated them."