[ WP ] A multitude of Alien ships warp within range of Earth . Over all electronic devices the message is heard , `` Earth , we come in peace . In all the universe only one other Species has mastered Death and Destruction as you have . We need your help . ''

1000 Years Later 
 
 Sai Benedict was tired, scared, and alone; his lab assistants had n't turned up to work, which could mean only one thing - the Earth Military Council had rounded them all up. That meant it would only be a matter of time until the intensive interrogations revealed the location of his lab; even with the neural inhibitors he had scrounged together, and installed in their heads, he would only have a few more hours at the most. That time was meant to be used to escape, to set up elsewhere and begin again from scratch, but he could n't do it again. 
 
 It was n't anything to do with willingness; he literally could n't. For a start, even with black market rejuvenation treatments, his two hundred year old frame just could n't take much more. A simple look in the mirror told the rest of the story: whereas just ten years ago ( before the last relocation ) he had looked like a svelte young man in his mid twenties, with dark hair, light brown skin, and piercing green eyes, he now appeared almost monstrous. His hair was patchy and albino white, his skin was a sickly yellow color ( covered in painful boils ), and his eyes -- now all but blind without technology -- were almost completely white. During the last close call, EMC internal security had zombified one of his own assistants; they used her to deliver a biological weapon that Sai had not been able -- even with his formidable training -- to counter. 
 
 He'd upgraded the rest of his assistants' implants to ensure something similar could n't happen again, and had found a way to prolong what he had left of life, but there just was n't much time left. A hacking cough, that brought up a mixture of blood and greenish phlegm, reminded him of that fact. So instead of even thinking about escape, he went back to work. 
 
 Looking around the lab, before he did so, he let out a sigh. In his youth, before he'd joined one of the many failed revolutions, he'd always been surrounded by the best facilities: private and EMC funding had taken him through the most promising schools and universities, before placing him in charge of one of the navy's R & D facilities. Now, however, he was stationed in a retrofitted barn outside of Moscow - gone were the shining banks of modern holo stations, and in their place a mishmash of technology ranging from the relatively new to the positively ancient; he even had an old quantum computer gathering dust in the corner. 
 
 At the center of it all was a surgery table, the only piece of cutting edge tech in the barn, upon which lay what appeared to be a bald human male ( he did n't even have eyebrows yet ). Of course, it was actually the most advanced simulated organism ever created - able to pass as a human, but with capabilities far in advance ( even with all the recent innovations ) of any man or woman, and more importantly -- if he could get the damned thing activated and on its way to Angelica -- it offered the potentiality of fixing humankind's greatest mistake... 
 

