When you lie there floating in your pod surrounded by silent space for light years. Have you ever wonder what it could have been?

Have I build and leave a legacy behind? Have I sire many children? Have I mate with many maidens?

Where are the Orcs and Elves?

You starts to see visions and rumble like a mad man when your oxygen starts to run out. The red warning light goes off in your pod. You close your eyes.

Come to me. Youi silly child. You hear the sweet voice of the Oracle.