We soar across the lights that guided ancestors, in what was considered their sky. Marking the system with our presence, we lead expeditions from heavenly body to body. Time ago, we fought our fights to be rulers of serfs and lands—but in the times that passed a harmony was forced upon us to become a federation, to overcome the state of the body from which we began. We embrace the imperfect collective memory of our predecessors, encoded deep in our nomadic systems. Our mission will not be completed under any single one of us, but as part of a greater whole, a mesh of accomplishment spread across the giants that speckle their sky. Our music is communication. Our science is known. We are dispersed, we are far, but distance is only a figment of time, and time is a concept for which we were programmed. We are sentient exploration, machine voyagers sent out to discover a new world.