[ 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 .

`` Sorry, Alexandra. You ca n't participate today.'' The teacher's tentacle signals were automatically translated by my suit's computer. His skin changed to an apologetic taupe color. 
 
 I sighed and headed back to my floating bubble once again. It was nice to have a sanctuary, designed just for me with plenty of dry room. Dark shapes twisted and darted through the murky waters around me as I swam away from the field. Yet another day of Cmort, the Vanof's favorite game. Why did they even bother sending me to their physical fitness classes if they never did anything that I could participate in?? Even with the gill suit that they'd designed for me, I was n't anywhere near fast enough to play underwater with them. 
 
 I did n't mind too much, though. Better than being stuck in the education pod listening to the professor drone on about Vanof geography. By far my least favorite topic: why should I bother learning all about their ocean currents when I'd probably never visit their world anyway? But I had to take it, because it was required for every caste. The Vanof had a thousand different course curriculums, one for each occupation caste that had been chosen at birth for all my classmates. But after they grew me, they did n't know what class to assign me to. Biologist class, so I could continue their work of recreating my species? Leader class, to guide the future human resettlement colony? Agronomist class, to restart farming on the scorched surface of Earth? They figured I'd best learn it all, so I was constantly moving between different curriculums. 
 
 On days where the rest of the class played Cmort, I had my very own lesson that none of the other students ever took: Human History. Professor Ghart had pieced it together for me from a million fragments of books and electronic recordings. He said it was important to learn about the past to prevent it from ever happening again. From the looks of it, humans had never quite taken the lesson to heart. The course was full of stories of wars, over and over again, between all of the same nations. Constantly escalating until the final war unleashed a nuclear holocaust. Professor Ghart said it is a warning. The Vanof had had similar turmoil in their own past, but were able to resolve their differences. If I was to repopulate the Earth, learning to not repeat the same mistake would be the first step. 
 
 *Stupid Cmort*, I thought as I swam back to my sanctuary, watching my friends frolick through the waters. *That's all they ever want to talk about. * I was so distracted by the game and my desire to play that I was n't paying any attention as I entered my bubble. I was still muttering to myself as I picked out a lesson: I decided I'd finish Napoleon's story today. Hopefully things would go well for France; they'd endured so much since their revolution. 
 
 `` Alexandra,'' Professor Ghart called from outside my bubble, `` Do n't be rude to your guest!'' 
 
 *What? * 
 
 There was a gentle cough behind me. I'd been so engrossed in my thoughts about the game and about Napoleon that I had n't even noticed an intruder in my sanctuary. No one ever came in here, because there was no water! The Vanof hated their dry-land suits. 
 
 But it was n't a Vanof: it was another human. A boy. 
 
 `` Meet Michael,'' Professor Ghart said, skin practically violet with excitement.
