This has been a difficult account for me to record, but a necessary one.

I never imagined that I'd be given the opportunity to tell my story and speak to my people, even if my communication is indirect, a message transmitted

across vast light years from the far side of the galaxy.

I am a human being, still recognizable despite all the modifications made to my physical

body. I was born on Earth many decades ago, but I was taken from my planet when I was still a child, and I've accepted the fact that I will never see my home again.

I haven't thought about my fellow human beings for quite some time.

After all, my life has taken me to all corners of the galaxy where I have met numerous exotic

aliens and visited extraordinary worlds which would be beyond your wildest dreams.

And yet here I am. speaking to the peoples of Earth and trying to regain some of my humanity, because

recent events have sharply reminded me of who I am and where I come from. I'm not going to recount my entire life story, but

a brief history is necessary to set some context. My early years were unremarkable and surprisingly

peaceful when I consider what happened in the period the

followed. I was born on a small farm in an isolated rural community. My family wasn't wealthy,

but we were happy and safe.

Sadly, I only have leading memories of my parents and younger siblings.

Images etched into my brain of birthday parties playing in green fields and bedtime stories.

These were the good times, before I realized how vulnerable we really were.

When I was young, I looked up at the night sky and faraway stars with a childlike sense of

wonder. I dreamed of one day becoming an explore and visiting these uncharted worlds, but I could

never have imagined the horrors and dangers which existed out there in the cold vastness of space.

My child had ended one summer night shortly after my ninth birthday.

That's when the Astry came for me and my family.

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