"Where did it all go so wrong?" She lamented, as her last thoughts drifted away, a sword through her gut stealing her last bits of life…

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"Oh, what a pretty blue green planet! Such a pretty aura of green too, so much life… Wait, what is that swirl of energy? Why is it reaching for me? Wait, it's drawing my vessel in! I can't get away, I'm gonna cras- *BOOM*"

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"Ugh… what happened… Oh, hello, I'm sorry I'm not- Wait, don't touch that! I haven't figured out if it's safe! I could contami- …and she's dead. Great… … …oh crap, look I know this looks bad, but I promise to look into what happened, and- Hey, are you listening to me? No! Don't touch the body! You'll- …And they're dead too. Gotta quartine these off before- Oh great, now the local wildlife are mutating. Beautiful. Could first contact go even more spectacularly worse!?"

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"Wait, what are those lights? Ah, I can't move! Ah, it burns! Stop! Please! I DIDN'T MEAN TO DO ANY OF THIS! PLEASE-"

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"Ugh… What's going… blurgh… ugh… what is… drugs?... What are they… oh ancestors… What are all these needles?... Why'm I… so tired… Why're they taking pieces… of me… Burns… so much… hurts… want… go home…"

"It must be an Ancient! It must be! I think I'll call her… Jenova."

"As you say Professor Hojo."

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"Mother…"

"…Hwuh huh?... Who?... Silver hair… Help… me…"

"Yes, Mother. I will help you get revenge on the pathetic parasites of this Planet."

"Don't… want rev'nge… just… want… go home…"

"Home? Yes… Yes, this world isn't our home. I will destroy this world and we will ride it through the cosmos."

"Destroy? N-GAH! Ngh… Sword? Pain… darkness… Where did it all go so wrong?" She lamented, as her last thoughts drifted away, a sword through her gut stealing her last bits of life…

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Jenova died that day, the last of her tortured psyche further torn and destroyed by the events that would follow as her supposed son cut off her head and leapt into the caustic life stream that utterly rejected her alien nature.

Professor Hojo then went on to twist and experiment with the last of her cells, the biology of which did not mesh with the local wild life at all and should have gone through proper quarantine procedures and adaptations before any kind of interaction should have occurred. Clones were made of the dead son using the corpse of the alien, who's tattered psyche had twisted and warped under Hojo's care until not was left but a mindless rictus of pain and suffering, guided and controlled and twisted by a madman and the remnants of his supposed son, the silver haired Sephiroth. Clones were born, failures and successes alike. And slowly Jenova's body was perverted and twisted and destroyed, until finally all that was left was the bit of shriveled head that washed up at the northern crater, which was then used to create one last failed clone, until the nightmare breathed its last.