Mom and Dad use to tell me storys of this planet call Earth. Where they say we were all from. They told me that I was one of the last Non Clone surviors. She told me that we had come to Eve looking for a new life one that wasent so crowded. They said that almost every livible world in the galaxy they where from was crowed and man was going out like a blight distroying everything that they touch. But 3 years ago my Mom was laying on her death bed and just before she passed she asked me... "When is this going to stop Manarky"... I looked away for a second and looked back and she was crying. Then she said " We are doing exactly what we did in the Milky Way"... She sighed. "Are we going to populate the whole damn universe?"

She then begin to tell me of an ancient religion. She said before space travel we believed that there was a God. A person that was all powerful and created everything in the universe. She then said that this God loved us so much that he gave his only son.