We're a dying race, us imposters.
Driven from our planet by space-faring do-gooders, we have struggled to survive in the endless vacuum of space.
I have watched my friends die day after day, losing their shapeshifting abilities and reverting to a state torn apart by the universe's infinity.
One day, I will join them.
But that day is not today.
Today, I forget about the possibilities. I forget about the endings.
I must ensure the survival of my race.
I will find us a nest, a place to breed and lay our eggs and raise our young.
We can't do that in this vacuum, in this non-corporeal form, far away from our old home and no closer to our new one.
But we will not fail.
We will not fade away, hunted by a predator infinitely empty and infinitely large.
We will not be unremembered.
We—
Ship.
There's a ship.
One of those human space-faring vessels.
It's a message, a miracle.
And it's our only chance.
I will not let us down.
I will not let us die.