For every race and race there's a legacy to be told. Our lives on like most, but it didn't live on in our vision as we hoped. If you look at what history is left behind it's all shattered in ways you wouldn't have imagined. Not even the machines that stand in front of you knows it's own full origin. Only fragments of lived history and what stories we've left behind for the next. With multiple vessels to carry through time one mind has it's dominance over all. This mind is stuck in one parallel time frame forever seeing change, life, death, and it's own fate. Before the machines that haunt every corner of the universe there was flesh and blood. Beings that perused what you would call the light. We had an empire spread across galaxies and it all ended in a matter of hours. An end that we over looked or just to blinded with nobility and pride to even see it coming. A race full of prosperity and life turned dark as the void of a black hole. Despair filled every corner of our lively hood and left horror. Anyone who survived the first wave of extinguishing gathered in mass to safe havens. We stood tall once more to face time when it mocked us and threatened our very existence. While worlds flickered and dissolved away we in our last moments developed the scripts of our last will. Forged by the hands of many and written into one vessel. The vessel's exterior crafted to the image of the warriors of our people and fitted with the technology that helped us dominate a universe. Now it was given our last hope. A hope of not one but millions of dreams and thoughts hoped to one day be passed on to a successor. As we fade away into oblivion, never again to see the light we cast our seed into the soil, for it to tell it's tale. [spoiler]I hope you guys liked this little short story that I made.I know it might not be the greatest thing but with an open window I had to jumped though it.[/spoiler]