Poetic me
Seven colonies full of life, human and otherwise, have been lost. Their potential never realized, their feet never to stand upon solid ground.
Such a crime should not be permitted, but it is. Why? Because those responsible have power. Power not matched by any normal human being. In the end, we are but playthings of the gods and demons.
However, those we called gods were eventually cast down when man gained power. Humanity stole the fire from the gods, overcame any challenge posed to them, subdued any threat to them. For our species, meeting and overcoming the challenges posed to us is what makes us human. There is no other possibility.
There are many tools in this world. Magic, technology, combinations of both. We **must** master these tools to either cast down the gods, or reach a level where even they will not be able to touch us. We shall forge a Cerberus to protect us, empower us. Until we are ready to take our rightful place at the palace of Gods. It is our destiny.
This is my manifesto. I hope you will join my cause.