1/29/01

Nebula:By Orion

Imagine that Nebula are the life giving womb of the Universe.

Millions upon millions of Nebula spewing out gaseous balls of life. Sending them hurling through the Cosmos with a blast of fission, the Nebula have loaded these giant balls of energy with everything they need to pollinate the Universe.

As they travel through the Universe, they slowly break apart, forming huge star clusters, that in turn break apart, forming galaxy clusters that spurn off solar systems at a countless rate.

The galaxy centers explode with the fragments of life, sending pieces of all shapes and sizes out into the galaxy's many star systems. The fragments smash and crash together causing catastrophic explosions.

Life will happen! Evolution will follow. Intelligence will breed, and their progeny will prosper.

The creatures of the Universe will effect the creatures of the Universe.

There will be intervention on a continuing level. One world's God is another world's God, and so on. Just like our Gods came from the sky, we too will come from the sky. We will be Gods.

We will continue the evolution of the Universe, it is our duty. We are driven by nature to procreate, and our saga will carry on. It will carry on in various forms, and in various places.

We will go to distant planets and interbreed with the inhabitants we find. We will create entire races and life forms, and teach them things we know.

Regretfully, only a few of us will stay behind to achieve these tasks. It will take far too long, and cost far too much, to send but a few of the Earth's brightest people. Nevertheless, we will do our duty. The few of us that stay on each strange planet, will eventually die, and sociological evolution will take over.

All that will remain are legends and sparse clues. Strange buildings and temples built during our teachings will stand mysteriously distant to the planets peoples in a few thousand years. It's really just nature on a titanic scale.

Someday we may return after our technology allows the trip to be cheaper and faster. Perhaps that day never comes, or perhaps we find our creation so violent and lost that it cannot possibly understand us.

It's first reaction to us is to try and kill us, how do we respond? Do we take it upon ourselves to try and help them again? Do we just play God and destroy them with our vastly superior technology? Maybe there is something we can do that balances the line. Maybe there is room to walk the fence. Can we intervene without their direct knowledge?

Maybe it's possible that their leaders are rational enough to deal with if we could just get through, but perhaps we just can't take the chance. Maybe we can get help from our God? Or have we forsaken him long ago?

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