Mother Brain: I am perfection. The Chozo grew weak after they created me, they pledged an end to war and helped create the Galactic Federation. Ridley came to me and taught me true power. The Galactic Federation failed in their goal of peace. Rebellions occurred. I will have no such thing. Crazy Hand, as we speak, is gathering relics to unite the realms. Not only will our universe be absolutely controlled by absolute power, all universes shall be! The Chozo stood in my way and they fell. I do miss them.
Mother Brain: You are a relic of the Chozo's true power, absolute destruction. You could join me, and help us rule, instead of fighting for petty, selfish reasons. And again I ask you, why not enslave the Vectrolians? All species are but a means to this end. If every last Space Pirate must die to kill off the Federation, or the Vectrolians, or traitorous phazon mutants, then so be it. The Chozo are extinct but their dream lives on in me.