He beheld the world. It's people, it's singular culture, it's fervour, it's technology, it's purpose. All things were driven towards making sacred fuel for the great ship in the sky. Generations were born, lived, and died in the mission to refuel the ship for the next leg of its long journey. The pilots slumber in heaven. They will only ever know of the toil exacted over centuries in an abstract, fleeting passage in their log.
<Worker colony established. Beginning refuelling sequence.>
Paddy Dobson
29th July 2023