[ WP ] The human species has gone extinct thousands of years ago . Extraterrestrial explorers find a sample of human DNA and decide to resurrect the species once again . You are the first new human growing up in a completely alien society .

*There is your star. There, that one. Helios. * 
 
 That one? 
 
 *Yes, that one. Good. * 
 
 Helios! 
 
 *He-li-os. Where we found the O that made you. * 
 
 On Helios? 
 
 *On Terra, dear one, its third planet. * 
 
 It ’ s the Sun? 
 
 *It ’ s a sun, yes. As are all the stars - suns to the worlds that orbit them. * 
 
 Oh. It ’ s small! 
 
 *It appears small at this distance, dear one. * 
 
 Oh. It ’ s the Sun? 
 
 *It is* a *Sun, darling, but not* the *sun. Not* our *Sun. You understand? * 
 
 I ’ m from there? 
 
 *You were from there, once. Now you are from my heart. * 
 
 - - - 
 
 Ama? 
 
 *Yes, love? * 
 
 What is O? How did you make me from it? 
 
 *That is a difficult and excellent question. You know that all matter is made from atoms and molecules. * 
 
 Of course, yes. 
 
 *Including you. Proteins. * 
 
 Yes, I know all that. 
 
 *O contains the instructions for assembling proteins. Which proteins to make, and how precisely to make them, so that the result is a fish, or a panga tree, or you. It is the mind of God made chemical. * 
 
 Oh. 
 
 *That is how our geneticists brought you to life, to me. Do you understand? They read the Terra-O. They read the mind of God. They use O to make many things from your planet. The night-blooming flowers? There, at the back of the garden? Those come from Terra. And the lilies, the roses. So many flowers come from Terra. The whole planet must have been a garden, once. A garden in space. * 
 
 Ama? 
 
 *Yes, cherished one. * 
 
 Was I someone, then? On Terra? Someone alive? If they found the O there… 
 
 *Well, I don ’ t really know. I suppose, yes. Yes, you would have been a person on Terra. * 
 
 Who was I? How old was I? Did I look like me? 
 
 *I can not think that it matters now. That planet is dead; the flowers of Terra grow under the light of a different Sun. Someone else tends the garden now, and we will see that it blooms, always. I am the keeper of that garden and you, my child, are its most prized inflorescence. I shall love you, always. Do you love me? * 
 
 Oh yes, yes I do! Can we go outside today? 
 
 *Hmm. Perhaps tomorrow, cherished one. Or the day after. * 

