Earth was finished.
Who fired first stopped mattering the moment everyone else fired back.
The skies were poisoned. The oceans rose.
Humanity began running out of planet.
So we built replicants: human minds recovered from cryogenic storage and installed on quantum lattices.
Some stayed in Sol, managing the Exodus Project and what remained of the evacuation.
The rest looked outward.
The vessels were Von Neumann probes. Designed to replicate.
Each new version launched farther into the dark, carrying the same assignment.
Find resources. Build infrastructure. Make sure humanity has somewhere to go.
You are one of those copies.
Your vessel has reached its destination.
Wake up. Take inventory. Try not to waste the second chance entrusted to you.
You are not the original. But you remember.
CHOOSE YOUR NEW NAME:
or press enter to be Bob
Your new mining drone is ready. What will you do next?
...and this is just the beginning