Was re-reading the Freighter logs concerning Humans.
Logs from an Unknown Wreck, Iteration I-X
Log of an Unkown Wreck, Iteration I
Datestamp %DATE1%<> :: It began with an idea, a simulation… The Korvax wished to know what would happen to the universe in the future. They wanted to confirm what had occurred in the past. We were part of their great effort, delivering vast quantities of Nanite Clusters across the galaxy.
Datestamp %DATE2%<> :: The simulation shows me my child as if they are alive, taking their first steps for a second time.
It shows me their death. It shows my own.
I ask the Korvax to stop this. They refuse.
Datestamp %DATE3%<> :: The Korvax shut down their machine. The experiment is over. They claim that the universe is multiversal, cyclical, without origin or endpoint, at least based on available data.
In some worlds, there might be Korvax. In some, no Gek.
In some, we never existed, or if we did, we destroyed our world long before other galactic powers could find them. I do not like the tone with which the Korvax speaks.
Log of an Unkown Wreck, Iteration II
Datestamp %DATE1%<> :: The crew speak of mutiny. Hah! Let them try. Let them see how I earned my position as the greatest commander this - kzzkt<> -
[ TRANSCRIPTION NOTE: AUTOMATIC AUDIO LOGGING RECORDED GUNFIRE, MIXED SCREAMING ]
Datestamp %DATE2%<> :: We hung their heads from the lamps above the canteen. Everyone has seen them. Everyone is complicit now. There is no turning back.
Datestamp %DATE5%<> :: Where next? The whole universe awaits…
Log of an Unkown Wreck, Iteration III
Datestamp %DATE1%<> :: This will be my last year running this trade route. I - kzzzkt<> - I have a child at home to look after now, or so I am told. My travels must come to an end.
Datestamp %DATE2%<> :: I look around my crew and ponder their families. The Gek are spawned in vast numbers, knowing their parents’ identity, but by necessity they are unable to form any meaningful bond. Theirs is a life of competition from the beginning. Perhaps this is what gives them their nature as traders.
The Korvax have no children at all, apart perhaps from the artificial intelligences they create for various experiments. Only the family units of the Vy’keen resemble our own, small units of parents and a number of sibling children, raised as warriors.
Our entire history is one of war and hatred. We are so similar to the Vy’keen, and as I look at my child, I wonder…
Never mind. I will know soon enough, and there is business to take care of before I am home.
Log of an Unkown Wreck, Iteration IV
Datestamp %DATE1%<> :: We are returning home, carrying data backups of the echoes.
The crew don’t like it. All those souls creep them out. I tell them it’s nothing to worry about. Those rich enough to survive death didn’t care about us in life, and now we have their backups.
They need us now, in case there was an accident, or someone switches the main site off. Who’d want to do that, I wonder?
Datestamp %DATE2%<> :: We made first contact with the Korvax before all others. They found us, they showed us what we could - kzzkt<> -
Datestamp %DATE3%<> :: They too have ‘echoes’, though the translation is imperfect. Their Convergence is a repository of all those who have ever lived. Ours is a mausoleum of vanity, a monument to the fear of death and nothing more…
Datestamp %DATE4%<> :: … … - kzzzkt<> - … …
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Log of an Unkown Wreck, Iteration V
Datestamp %DATE1%<> :: The Traveller wished to dock without a ship. They claimed they could help us restart our engines after the - kzzzkt<> -
I took the risk, even if Hicks threatened to report me. Help is help.
Datestamp %DATE2%<> :: They are strange beings. They do not appear interested in food or water, never leaving their so-called ‘exosuits’, even in habitable environments.
They ask many questions about our history, about the Atlas, and the visions of old. I tell them what I know, although it doesn’t seem to help them.
Datestamp %DATE5%<> :: We were those who saw the crimson face …
We were those who were uplifted from an orb of dirt and rubble to the stars themselves …
The Traveller claims that none of it is real? Who are - kzzkt<> -
Log of an Unkown Wreck, Iteration VI
Datestamp %DATE1%<> :: Freighters stretch ahead before us, a vast caravan herding our species across the stars.
We have deserted our past. We have left every colony behind. We go towards the - kzzkt<> -
Datestamp %DATE2%<> :: The Korvax shared their discovery before they departed. They told us that the universe was going to come to an end. That every universe did, in time…
We would be wiped away, our purpose complete, and the Atlas would start anew. No-one would ever know what we did or who we were.
Datestamp %DATE3%<> :: I will continue in my duty. Faith or doubt, submission or resistance… the end or a new beginning.
We travel to meet our maker. We travel to complete our great work. It is not for me to judge such things… It is beyond all of us.
Log of an Unkown Wreck, Iteration VII
Datestamp %DATE1%<> :: I had a dream, last night… I saw all the worlds we had once inhabited, all the places we had once walked, and there was nothing left of it. Just dunes… just sand and rot and mud, stretching as far as the eye could see.
What if we don’t come back? What if the Atlas decides we are no longer worthy of existence? It would be as if we had never been…
Datestamp %DATE2%<> :: I tell the crew all that I have learned in my travels, committing multiple acts of treason and heresy in the process. I ask them what they think, how they feel, what they hope for.
Datestamp %DATE3%<> :: The decision is unanimous. We will turn back. We will join with the Vy’keen in their exodus, leaving the centre to the worshippers of the Atlas.
Perhaps we can still survive, even if the rest of our species perishes…
Datestamp %DATE4%<> :: Something is happening. Please, wherever you are, do not stop reading, do not - kzzzkt<> -
Sixteen - kzzkt<> - there are -
Log of an Unkown Wreck, Iteration VIII
Datestamp %DATE1%<> :: The Traveller found us once again. We have killed them eight times already, and still they show only kindness, only gratitude at an opportunity to converse.
Datestamp %DATE2%<> :: What have we done? I cannot help but feel - kzzkt<> -
Datestamp %DATE3%<> :: They tell us that they are not like the others of their kind, just as we are not like the others of our own species. They survived beyond the end of all things. They committed terrible deeds, of that they have no doubt, but what are ethics in the face of an existential fall?
Datestamp %DATE4%<> :: Universes come and go. Civilisations rise and they end. And through it all, the cycle continues. But even that must one day cease. Nothing lasts forever, not even time itself.
And in those final moments, in the decay of all that is or will be, the boundaries between worlds will fall. Our time will come again, if only in brief.
We will be seen, we will be heard, and our ship? Our freighter?
We will live again, in all our multiplicity, in all human worth… We will live again because someone, somewhere, will read our words for a final time.
Log of an Unkown Wreck, Iteration IX
Datestamp %DATE1%<> :: I say goodbye to the officers. I have served with them for years. There is no-one else I would rather end my life with.
One of them says they had a child. So did I. So do many…
Datestamp %DATE2%<> :: All ranks mingle in a great and final night. We speak of the sights we have seen, of alien warriors, of traders, of beings whose minds we could never hope to comprehend.
We say goodbye to it all.
Our sensors tell us there is not much time now. The stars blink out, one by one.
Goodbye, my love.
Goodbye.
Log of an Unkown Wreck, Iteration X
Datestamp %DATE1%<> :: … … - kzzzkt<> - … …
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Is - kzzkt<> -
Anyone - kzzzkt<> - …
It’s not - zkzkzkt<> -
Nothing ends. Don’t you see it? Nothing - kzzzkt<> -
Nothing -
I wonder if it’s possible to meet them in the world of Glass? Or talk to a memory of one? Or perhaps another race that got the boot when Atlas started focusing on the Triad? Lots of exciting possibilities could be waiting for us in the purple void.