Prologue
The Master gazed down upon the planet below. It revolved beneath him, blue and green and misty with clouds. It was perfect for life, and therefore, perfect to be seeded. But that was beside the point. There could never have been any other planet.
The Master tuned away from the window. He was old, he was tired. Tired of fighting, tired of running. Tired of this fundamentally fruitless, thankless existence. Soon it would all be over. Soon, he could rest. And in resting, he would awaken.
The Master crossed the control room of his ship. Once, this place had been full of people, busy at the controls. They were all gone now. They weren't needed anyway. The autopilot was capable enough, and the Master could steer the ship himself in an emergency.
It was to the autopilot's terminal that the Master walked now. Why did they have to put the blasted thing so far from the viewport? Honestly, there was no logic to the layout at all. At least, none that his species' mind could comprehend. The designers had been very alien, after all.
Upon reaching the terminal, the Master brought up an interface that would have made no sense to you or I, but made slightly more sense to him. The Master programmed the ship with its final journey, no less important than his own.
The Master allowed himself a small smile. He was going to miss this ship, he thought. It was old, it was rusty, it was technologically superior to anything his race had ever created, and it had been his. It had taken him places that defy the imagination, the distant past, the deepest depths of the future. The Master was going to miss the ship, he thought, whatever happened next.
Seed Alpha
Delivered: 20500 BCE
Location: 30 miles West of Landswind, Connecticut
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