Cassandra Novana

When I was young I asked my mother what would become of us, she simply said this.

"Fight or Flee, it makes no odds to me.

If your time is up death will find you in the end, no clone can save you in the end.

We are dust in an endless sea of space, why hold back when you could be part of the whole."

Years later I begin to understand what she meant, for I have seen death in many forms. But I sense she was wrong in one thing.

Death may come in the end, but he will have one hell of a fight if he comes for me!