In a flash of light I was born. From the deepest darkness my clone animated himself, I arose in the shadows of the nebulas' by the 12th moon of Cistuvaert V. My dreams are filled with fields of organic plants bursting with color- I know these things to be flowers but I've never physically witnessed the organisms. Remnants of my past life must have transferred over during the retransplantation process- my original soul from hundreds of years ago still recalls the times before the wormhole vanished. I'm surprised at the individualistic, emotional nature of my clone; but maybe these memories and visions are to be expected from being related to the Intaki. I'm still suspended in the capsule fluids, which are slowly draining. I am very biologically stable now, requiring oxygen to be pumped into my bloodstream. As the viscous liquid vanishes through the drain, the tubes disengage from my spine plugs- leaving me with a ghastly humanistic feeling of nausea. I am born...