Bridge to Analyst; access the secondary plasmic dataholds.
Now viewing all current planetary bodies.
Move to constrain your results to newest sentient life.
Scan the surface.
Bring up vitals.
Local life thrived much quicker than anticipated.
We are pleased.
Focus shifted.
Save the organism through implied relocation.
Inferior understanding limits options and adaptation will be necessary for the specimen to survive.
As we map out this universe, all that can be seen is an ocean of emptiness.
This is primal directive.
Now we execute standard protocol.
As these cycles are nearing completion, initiate solar cleansing.
Move on, time never waited on its occupants.
Live on, by any means and every technology.
You have been defined.

The rebirth of intelligent life will restore this planet's cosmic status.
As the surface draws into focus, every variance and nuance realized.
The simple birth.
Time is moving forward.
Elapse, Evolve, Expand, Adapt.
Adaptation runs parallel with surviving global conflict.
Sustained permanence proves imperfect existence integrated.
Balance is reached between the parent star.
Endless motion.
Now the experience is long gone.
We won't forget it's entrancing stare, as long as we recall it's grip.
Unimaginable stellar forces are keeping us alive for now.

The system is now free.
Witness our obsolescence, end sparks of life.
A new species can never fathom how quickly it will be extinct.
This system is now free from error.
This system revokes our viral form.
Silence becomes our primary language.
Internal wave, undulate us home.
This system is now free from error.
Removed from the Earth like a scourge with a delicate and yet powerful hand.
Idle boundaries allow admission to pull this world apart from the inside.
Equilibrium has been disturbed and the surface must collapse.
Compacted star, the only destination.
Unavoidable paradigm.
The radiant sun engraves its name...
Unavoidable paradigm.

---'FIRST CONTACT'---
OBSERVER: "For solutions, look to the sky.
Coincide with constellations.
I stand correct.
Time stands exact.
Your time of departure has arrived."

ORGANISM: "Initiate this birth. Introvert this dimension."

--- THE EXCHANGE---
OBSERVER: "Conception, use this apparatus."

ORGANISM: "Creator, you are all knowing.
"I beg you, show me your vision."

OBSERVER: "My creation, stare into space.
Decipher your reality."

--- LAST CONTACT ---

OBSERVER: "For solutions, look to the sky.
Coincide with constellations.
Consummation has begun and I am your guide.
Together we unlock the secrets of the stars."

ORGANISM: "Your signal is fading."

OBSERVER: "You are..."

[END TRANSMISSION]

Now the inaugural exchange is done, we cannot see past the solar shroud.
Escape.
Calculating all viable routes.
This terrestrial rock will be consumed.
Deafening static is haunting me, the blackness is beckoning.
Countless samples of our world will be jettisoned into every direction that we have known of.
Our satellites have painted the sky with their ionic glass brushes.
The cryotubes will store our youth.
Desperation has set in and all we can do is run.
Feeling so alone, we set out to find other life..
The transport will be outfitted for a journey spanning future generations.

We have fabricated this ship to continue our legacy.
At the entrance the inscription reads "We must not end."
We must not end.
The continuation of our species is riding on this one mission to another space.
Descendants of this planetary trip will never forget.
Storing the history books aboard, we ensure the memory.
They will feed on the image we create, and will survive by our deeds.
As we wait for the architects to build our savior, preparations have begun and time is short.
The vessel is now complete, it holds all the hopes and dreams of those who wish for more.
What will we see when we get there?
Can we tell the two worlds apart?

A warning to conducting officers of the machine:
You are most exposed to the diatomic focused-gravity.
Stray cosmic rays are threatening our generational biosphere.
Celestial missiles envelop nearby space climate zones, in the void.
Prolonged exposure to trace amounts of dark matter produces an exponential decomposition.

[instrumental]

We are among the stars.
Who are the operators of this boundless array?
The expedition takes us to our new home...
Systems realign.
Speculation based on calculated reason leads me to believe we are not alone.
Seeded by a greater race, we only hope to find the answers now embedded into the fabric of minds.
Are we moving forward?
Guided by the maps of progress., imperfect perfections allow existence.

We long to feel our bodies outside centrifugal conditions.
An orderly solar system will outlast this guiding center system.
As we leave our galaxy, every certainty abandoned.
The referential laws of man are lost, nothing is relative.
Cold and empty space- surrounds and swells.
Time is moving at invariable speeds and our instruments are useless.
Oscillating obsession, beautiful apparatus.
These cycles put my mind at ease.
Bodies cannot sustain what this was built for.
The body cannot sustain what this was built for.
We worship oscillation, no other way.

The microcosm is in exhibition.
Terrestrial shaped into a magnificent realm.
Our colonial settlements are threatened by the sky.
The circling disk of ice watches quietly from a distance.
Refracting nebulaic dust has pierced the outer shell.
A blooming world is being ripped apart.
Planetary wide scorching from the focused light.
This extra solar vessel, orbiting the cluster.
Ejects the sample pods of the Eden Passengers.
As for us, we must migrate.
This exoplanet has failed.