[ WP ] you were given the choice of immortality , and you took it . Now , millions of years later , you are floating in space . Alone with your thoughts .

Am I a God? I have seen the rise of every empire the world had ever known, I watched every sunset and every Sun rise. To the world's credit and credit to its leaders they tried. It was innevitable, they would fight when provoked and the Conjachons had them just that. War among world's had begun and nothing could save my species they were irradicated. 
 
 
 I was a survivor not because I was a special force the war could n't destroy but because I was chosen by them to become a test subject long before fire lit the caves of what would be modern man. 
 
 
 Through time I had figured I'd known all there was and studied the world's most fasinating subjects. Until I was left alone in the darkest pockets of space I came to see a light, not of an outside source but of the mind. 
 
 
 We were an event in a small portion of a small galaxy only touching the vast, deep and cold space. Life is n't about any one person, not any one event and not any one circumstance but the accumulation that creates the tapestry of our small story. As I see the different world's from so far away I see no one world cares for another or even bothers to see one another for fear of being to different to work towards universal expansions. 
 
 
 We are n't a special tribe but another failed attempt in the universe's quest for assimilation.
