Ephemeral-D - Human Diaspora

Going to Kepler 186f

Humanity history log: After two hundred and fifteen Earth years of the Pemakan dominion, with the military training and devices from the humanoids species Xemx, or the star worshipers, two fleets transporting almost seventy thousand people escaped and left Earth with no immediate plans of return. The remaining continued as cattle in the Pemakan human farms.

Three hundred light years from the Solar System. Xemx transport spaceship.

There is little movement inside the massive spaceship. Into the spaceship's core, through its intricate corridors and halls, lies the living storage cryotubes. The automated cyborg is connecting to one specific tube.

The cyborg start its catalog routine.

"Suspending stasis. Subject health looks good. Starting neural communication now," said the cyborg, "Please, for the purpose of cataloging and learning, we, the Xemx, need to know about your life experiences. Please be descriptive about it. You can start from what you consider being a relevant point in time. You can begin now Chet."

"Do you want to know my story? I must start from the beginning. But first I'll tell you where I am now. I'm in my mother's womb, not literally, but it feels like it, cozy and all. I am strapped to a cryogenic tube with the sole aim to find my son. In the vastness of space all I can think is about my long ago lost wife Martha and my son Garret. I hope I'll find him soon."

"Hold on, you're still under the influence of the stasis chemicals," said the cyborg, "we feel for your loss, but take comfort knowing your son is alive and well."

"That's all I needed to know. Thank you. Let's resume then." Chet said.

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