In the year 2065 war destroyed our world, in our desperation we searched the stars for a...

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Narrator: In the year 2065 war destroyed our world, in our desperation we searched the stars for a new home. Just when we thought we had found one, we realised we were not alone. We have the most important mission; we must not fail. We are the last. And why, I hear you ask? Life. Survival is built into the very genome of every living thing. To endure, to evolve at any cost. For billions of years, the planet Earth was home to many beautiful and wonderful creatures. All living in harmony, with their environment. It includes of course the human race, the so-called "Masters of their fate." The dominant species, who over millions of years of evolution reshaped their environment for their every need. That was until seven years ago, the year 2065, because unfortunately that was the year our beautiful planet was destroyed in a nuclear war. That lasted just sixty-seven minutes. The bombs dropped so fast that no one had time to say goodbye, to pray, or to call their loved ones. The world population barely knew a war had started, but in the blink of an eye, our home was gone. The few humans that survived the post-apocalyptic world fled one scout ships to all the known corners of the galaxy, looking for a new planet to call home. I am on one of those scout ships. For all we know we could be the last. When we reached the signal from the Pegasus we altered our course and headed for what would become our new home. The Pegasus sacrifice meant that humanity could start afresh and build a future. Knowing... that we are not the last