Warning, the following chapter will contain vast historical inaccuracies on purpose. Read at your own risk.

"I offer no forgiveness, a father's sins, passed to his son." - Gravemind

Everyone in the room was confused.

"Pardon me, but did you say you were going to show us?" asked Twilight.

The Librarian nodded. "Since none of you can clearly remember anything, I might as well show you everything. It would be a lot easier than explaining it all and letting you decipher it. Once I'm done, I'm sure everything will be clear."

"No offense, but at this point, nothing makes sense any more." shrugged Rainbow Dash.

Scorch shook his head. "Not even for us."

"So how do intend to show everything?" asked X-ray. "You implied yourself this library has no books or data files that would be useful to us other than concoctions that are beyond our level of understanding."

"Trust me, we won't need books for what I have in mind." hinted the Librarian.

"Well, quit being cryptic and tell us what you need to do." demanded Scarecrow.

"It's simple really. Well at least for me. All I need to do is take a peak inside one of your memories." informed the Librarian.

Shadow looked at each other worriedly. Going into one's sub conscious was not new for the UTF. They had technology that could accomplish the same thing, but the last thing they wanted to do was share their dreadful memories with the ponies.

"I'm not sure that's such a good idea." shook X-ray. As if he needed the ponies to shut down from the things he had done.

"Why not?" frowned the Librarian.

Pinkie Pie explained. "Well, you see, Shadow here belongs to a super duper secret and lethal counter terrorist group in their government, so they can't exactly share their memories with us."

"They won't even share their names with us." added Applejack.

"Basically, our minds are classified. We can't share them by law, so. No." panned Scarecrow.

"Besides, whether it's restricted by government decree or not, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't want to take a trip down their memory lanes anyway. Right?" checked Rarity.

"Trust me, none of you do." growled Overwatch.

The Librarian laughed. "Don't worry, I don't intend to look into any of your memories. I just intend to look into your ancestors'."

"Our ancestors'." repeated Scorch.

"Why of course! While none of you were alive during the...genocide...your distant grand fathers were." hinted the Librarian.

"Okay, makes sense, but how do you intend to look into our ancestors' memories, they're dead." pointed X-ray. "They've been dead for, quite a while actually."

The Librarian was still cheery, but slightly annoyed. "I know that, what I want to look into is your genetic memory."

"Great, another field of science we are utterly ignorant in." groaned Scarecrow. "Alright team, get out your notes."

The four members of Shadow turned on their wrist computers, causing a hologram of a text box to appear in the process which waited for the commandos to take notes with neural controls.

"It's a simple concept really. Your DNA contains genetic code from even your most distant of ancestors. A single stand of which is needed to determine who such a person was. All I need to do is take a sample of your DNA, trace it's ancestry, access the file of your ancestor, and it would be like he or she is already there. I'm sure you humans can already access the memories of individuals with your technology level, so it would be the exact same process, only on a much more thorough scale." explained the Librarian.

"Makes sense. To a certain extent." nodded Overwatch as he typed what he had just heard on his wrist computer. The hologram was filled with text in turn.

"So one of us is going to be used as a source for this?" asked Scorch.

"Oh no. I say it would be best if I took extracts from all of you. We could jump in the minds of multiple ancestors and you all could get an even better idea of what was going on." proposed the Librarian.

"Even us?" asked Twilight.

"But of course. We should have a pony's perspective as well." replied the Librarian.

The AI took a look at the four commandos and she quickly analyzed their body, causing Shadow to be illuminated in blue light.

"Also, it seems the four of you would be descended from people who would have a great influence on the early stages of the ponies." noted the Librarian.

Shadow looked hesitantly at the former elements of harmony.

"So how do you intend to, extract, our genetic memory?" questioned Rarity with a nervous tone.

"A blood sample is going to be involved right?" shivered Fluttershy.

"Or surgery." squeaked Pinkie Pie.

"Surgery? All I need to do is just scan your body and a copy of your genetic code will appear in my data banks, which I will then analyze further until get the memories I want." assured the Librarian.

The counter terrorists were extremely uneasy about sharing their memories, but it was for the greater good.

Scarecrow lowered his head and glared at the Librarian. "Alright, you can take a look into our memories, BUT, you are not to look at or share any of ours, ESPECIALLY anything from the past seven years."

The Librarian's eyes shot wide. "Okay....I never intended to do so anyway."

"Darn, y'all are way too secretive at times. You gotta learn to trust somepony from time to time." shook Applejack.

"Alright, let's get the process started." announced the Librarian. She turned to the left and faced the ponies, who looked back at the AI with a nervous stare.

The Librarian extended her arms, and a blue aura appeared from her hand, causing the ponies to squeal in uncertainty with the exception of Pinkie Pie, who was filled with delight and curiosity. The Mane 6 found a series of blue squares appear on their body as the Librarian analyzed their genetic code and saved it in her data banks.

Next, the Librarian turned to Shadow squad, who paused before repeating the same process on them. Unlike the Mane 6, Shadow didn't flinch or even react to being scanned. They were just concerned that the secrecy of their lives was going to be a secret.

"Promise me that you'll delete our memories after your done." threatened Scorch. Although his tone was more of a squirmy gulp rather than rage.

The Librarian put on a transparent fake smile. "Of...of course sir."

Twilight glared at the commandos, she could understand that it was against protocol to share any information about themselves, but they didn't need to threaten an artificial intelligence.

The Librarian returned to her quirky manner in a short period of time. She had all ten needed strands of DNA from the organics. Now all she needed to do was crack the code and get the memories.

In order to symbolize that she was working, the AI lit up a hologram with certain figures Shadow couldn't describe that changed based on her hand movements.

The ponies crept towards Shadow, their eyes still glued on the Librarian. The ponies were really determined to know what had gone on in the past, but were really unsure if they could handle information that had been lost in time and kept away from them. Shadow on the other hand waited patiently for the Librarian to finish her confounding process.

Then again, it wasn't like they had all the time in the world. They would have been gone for nearly an hour soon while the other ponies waited outside impatiently.

"Have you found the memories yet?" asked X-ray.

"Why yes." replied the Librarian. "I'm just editing them to select the right moments you all will find the most interesting. Then, I am going to format all the memories into a single clip that switches between point of views."

"How long will it take?" asked Scarecrow.

"Just a few minutes please." requested the Librarian. "I just want to make sure I have the right organization and need to process it in a suitable format."

A few minutes passed and the Librarian concluded her work. The hologram she was working on disappeared and a new one, a larger one materialized in front of the crowd.

The Librarian glided over to the ponies and humans.

"What's going on?" asked Rainbow Dash.

"I've compiled all your ancestors' memories into a single video. You may view it now if you wish." responded the AI.

"Oh boy! A movie!" cheered Pinkie Pie.

"Prepare for mind shattering revelations." groaned Overwatch as the video started to play-

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Video Playing

It was a scene that made it impossible for Shadow to recognize that it was Earth. The fields were grassy and brown and the clear blue sky showed no sign of space travel.

Like when one would view any memory, the scene would take a first person perspective of its owner. Who the memory belonged to was not a concern, all that was needed was to know why everything had happened.

The men who walked in the fields were definitely ancient. Each one of them was hunched and extremely short compared to the current day Terran. Their skin was a tan and their hair was unkempt and brown. They didn't look like any one of their descendants, but that was to be expected after years of evolution.

The men wore cloth on their body that resembled the garments worn by the Greeks at the earliest point of their ancient civilizations. By that point of reference, it was clear that Shadow was looking at a place somewhere in ancient Greece.

Suddenly, the men started to converse with each other. They spoke of hunting and of course, thanked Artemis for their most recent bounty. Or at least that's hat the translators said. Judging by the land surrounding the men, farming had not yet fully taken hold.

The men then began to speak of more myths with each other, with some blaming the heat on an angered Helios. Interestingly, one of them claimed to have seen the sun God move the sun on winged horses. The other men expressed delight at the idea, as if they wanted to see a winged horse that very instant.

Suddenly, the memory shifted views. This time, it turned to men living in the central Middle Eastern region. These men dressed in clothes that resembled Pre-Persian outfits found by anthropologists. The language these batch of men spoke was a vague Persian as well, with hints of Arabic. Odd, but no one watching the memory was a fully fledged linguist to judge.

Soon the memory shifted views once more, to Africans to Native Americans. Shadow mused on their ancestral diversity. However, nothing appeared to be relevant to their situation-

-until a flash of blue appeared in the sky before their primitive fore fathers.

The memory kept changing perspectives, demonstrating that the flash of blue light was universally happening across the ancient world. The primitives bowed on their knees, praying to whatever they could think of to end the supposed Armageddon.

Out of the blue light, which Shadow believed was an advanced form of teleportation, came a machine behemoth, A Space Ship thats very design was confusing and wretched to the point where the simple primitives hurt their minds by trying to understand the uncanny sight before them. Shadow only saw a few ships, when they knew there were 15.

The fourteen Frigates were around the same size of a normal UTF cruiser, but much more sleek and advanced. It was shaped like a high tech cylinder with lights and other inconceivable technology appearing all over its hull.

The ships of Narret origin were few in number, but were spread out far apart from each other. Each appearing on different parts of the globe, where they could easily be found by an ancient human tribe.

One of the ships, a stranded terraformer class carrier that belonged to specialized Narret fleets, stood high in the sky above the nation that would one day be Greece.

Now the point of view changed to the surveillance cameras of the carrier. Inside the bridge of the ship was a command center, where the Narret officers would normally be working in. The room was empty, until a light started to flicker in the center of the room. The holographic data shaped itself to resemble the female Narret form, specifically the Librarian herself.

Narret AIs weren't like the intelligence units the Federation were used to, in the sense that they were more Narret than machine. Ever since the cybernetic revolt on the colonies, the Narret had programmed their AI to act more like organic beings rather than AI who constantly obeyed a set of programs, sometimes to a fault.

"Oh dear." gasped the Librarian. "It seems that the calculations for the teleporter drive were incorporated incorrectly. These ships are nearly half a galaxy across from their intended destination."

The Librarian didn't care that she was talking to herself. She quickly tapped into the ship's navigation controls and attempted to get back on course. Unfortunately, the Narrets had incorporated a safety regulation in which all forms of teleportation had to be made and orchestrated by an organic life form. The Librarian tried to bypass the system through all the over rides she knew, but there was no success. Figures, since an AI uprising had happened in Narret space five years ago. Of course her makers would be extra careful in implementing counter measures.

She tried to signal her handlers, to no success. She was just too far away for communication to work. Any transmission she would have sent would be left to the unpredictable mercy of the cosmos.

The only option the Librarian had to get back home would be the Narrets finding her fleet and taking her back home. However, time distortion would mean that it was possible for years to pass in this part of the galaxy while it only being a second in Narret space.

The AI sighed and looked over her options. Her fleet was scattered around the strange world, so her first instinct was to round them together in a concentrated mass.

But before she did, traces of life started to appear on her sensors. And sapient life to be exact. Curious, the Librarian gave a quick scan of her surrounding planet and found that these beings were all across the planet, scattered in various settlements.

Coincidentally, each one of her ships had landed near one of these civilizations. A plan raced in the AI's mind.

What if she could manipulate these beings into coming on to the ship and using them to bypass the necessary locks which prevented synthetic constructs from using the ship? The sapient species didn't appear to be intelligent...making them easier to fool. It didn't even look like they had passed the standard Neolithic age completely. Furthermore, it would mean a new race that the Narrets could study and explore. The thought of that last part ruffled her holographic jimmies. However, her plan was still to serve organics, but unless these organisms were impossibly unorthodox, they wouldn't find any way to boss her around.

Planning carefully, the Librarian was able to steer the 15 ships to each ancient human civilization. Even if her plan failed, it would be better to serve a bunch organics doing whatever then to just stand aimlessly in a foreign atmosphere.

The next thing anyone knew, the memory shifted perspectives once more to a group of primitive humans. Each one of these groups had fled back to their town and was under total shock and horror from the monstrosities that laid before them.

They blamed the giant metal beings on whatever their minds could think of. From the Gods and Heavens invading them to the idea of an advanced foreign tribe here to conquer them, only a few of these humans actually considered the idea of life from the stars.

Soon, the ships began to land, nearing a human civilization in the process. Some of the tribes ran, while others grabbed their weapons in defense. But when the ships landed, they didn't make the sound of roaring engines that Shadow knew, but comfortable and heartwarming chirps that sounded like heaven coming to greet you.

In a trance, the tribes around the world were now filled with curiosity. In a hypnotic state, they moved towards the ships, still cautious of course.

In primitive Greece, the Librarian was pleased to see that the primitives were nearing towards her fleet. Of course she didn't expect them to barge into her ships on the first day. A primitive alien race would never be that spontaneous.

Days passed by with the tribes uselessly standing around the ships in their respective land, debating where the ships came from or what their purpose was.

After much tired waiting, a curious ancient Greek scholar had tapped on the side of the Carrier that rested next to him. The next thing he knew, the doors to enter the carrier opened.

More waiting passed, and the primitive humans clutched their weapons and headed inside the alien structure. As they walked inside the ship, the primitives were awe struck at the incomprehensible technology of the carrier. Truly this was a gift from the heavens! No mortal could EVER hope to make a location as advanced as this.

Much to the Librarian's joy, the presence of an organic being that retained some degree of sapience allowed some of the security locks on her ship to be over written. She almost possessed full control of the ship, provided the humans proved cooperative in issuing commands.

The Librarian activated teleportation systems, and beamed the human tribes to the command center of their respective star ship.

Each human tribe was understandably confused at the blinding purple light that surrounded them, thinking that they were going to be sent to the underworld. Instead, they were pleased to find themselves alive, even if they were in a strange room. The humans may have been primitive, but even they could tell they were simply in another part of the ship by looking out the window.

Now would be the Librarians time to shine. Luckily, she had just updated her multi-tasking features.

In every ship scattered around the world, the Librarian materialized a copy of herself and flashed before the eyes of each ancient human tribe in the command centers.

Every tribe had a different reaction to the sudden appearance of a ghost like hologram depicting an alien girl. Some assaulted the Librarian with weapons, only for them to amusingly dissipate through the virtual Narret. Other tribes got on their feet and start worshiping while the rest tried to run, only to get an energy barrier placed in front of them to seal them in.

After some pandemonium passed, tribe after tribe began to attempt communication with the Librarian. It was a daunting task to for her to adjust her translator software, but she prevailed nonetheless. For each tribe, the Librarian introduced herself the same way.

"Greetings, I am AI Theta-Beta 33, or the Librarian, monitor of the 4th Narret Terra Formation fleet of the larger 7th Naval division."

Unsurprisingly, none of the humans understood the implications of her title. Some began to refer to her with inappropriate names like the "Ghost" or "Angel" or "Guardian".

The Librarian spoke in the various native languages to explain her situation, again to no avail as expected. The humans obviously weren't listening and interpreted her story as some sort of messed up epic fairy tale. The chances of the fleet being found however would still be abysmally low if it didn't have any sort of organic interaction.

To every human tribe meanwhile, their respective discovery was an indescribable treasure. They literally could not deduce what they were inside of.

The Librarian tried to explain what was going on in simpler terms, trying to describe the ship as "a boat that travels through the heavens" which seemed to be more in tune to what the ancient humans could comprehend. She needed to work in coordination, but some human tribes could understand the implications of the situation better than others.

Once she was sure that everything was in check, she diverted her focus to the central command ship of the fleet, where she could control the entire line of ships with precision. She didn't need to worry about the tribes running amok on the frigates due to safety measures.

The Librarian gave the Greek tribe a little scare when her form appeared in the middle of the command center. The short bi-pedals didn't grip their spears though, and knelt in a position of worship.

She spoke in the tribe's native language. "Now that I have made everything clear to you....primitives, I would like to move on to further matters." The Librarian lit up a command panel in front of the tribe.

The leader of the tribe stepped forward cautiously. "What do you offer us spirit?"

"First, I am not a spirit, I am an artificial intelligence. And second, I offer you a chance of a lifetime. One to explore the cosmos in a vessel far more advanced than whatever your species will develop in the next few thousand years." said the AI.

"You mean the ability to explore the planes of Uranus dominated by Helios and Selene?" said an enthusiastic scribe.

"Um yes, let's go with that." sighed the Librarian.

The leader of the primitive Greek tribe laughed. "Young spirit, we may renounce a golden opportunity such as this, but we know better than to accept a present from Olympus itself. Lest we repeat the falsehood of Pandora."

"Come now, I would know better than to challenge-"

The scribe interrupted her. "Lord, we must not pass this opportunity. With blessings such as this, we may achieve a level of equivalent to the power of deities."

The leader sighed. "Very well. Spirit, take us to the promised lands."

"Okay, just move your hand here, and the fleet will activate." instructed the Librarian, who once again lit up a command panel.

Hesitant at first, the leader of the tribe motioned his hand to hologram, and lightly tapped the device. Shadow wondered why the hologram wasn't DNA locked, but that wasn't the time now.

After tapping the hologram, more parts of the ship flared to life and sounds of activation could be heard.

"What is going on?" cried a primitive.

"The voyage of a lifetime." squealed the Librarian, finally glad she was going home. She ran a quick diagnostic and centralized steerage controls of the fleet to her.

In the other smaller frigates, the tribes were confused as to why their ships began to make sounds, only to have their attention shifted once the frigates took off and head to space.

In less than 10 seconds, all ships of the fleet found themselves in outer space, before securing a position that was held in place by Earth's gravitational pull.

The mildly disrupted Greeks in the command center were just about to question what had occurred, when one of them looked out the window to see the marvelous sight before.

"My brothers! Look! We have ascended higher than Olympus itself!" cried an excited primitive.

The others rushed to the side and looked out the window. They were amazed at the view of Earth, although confused at the sight of the planet not being flat as they thought.

When they were done staring, each tribe turned back to the Librarian and lionized her for taking them to space at such an early age. Each copy of the Librarian took a moment to quell the gratuitousness.

Focusing her attention on the humans in the Carrier, the Librarian lit up a navigation map of the galaxy.

"What do you show us Spirit?" inquired the scribe.

"You could say that this galaxy is but a crumb of reality." smiled the Librarian. "Your planet is just one of the virtually infinite worlds where life develops and thrives. And now, I have given you the ability to explore the cosmos."

"The realm of Uranus is vast. Do the Olympians even know of these immeasurable regions?" cried a tribal.

The Librarian was so close to returning home. She purposefully zoomed in on the map that led to a Narret star system. "How about we begin our voyage with-"

"Wait a minute. What are you doing?" glared the leader.

The Librarian gave a sly smile. "Just pointing you to a location you may find utterly-"

"Who said you were in charge of this situation?" panned a tribal in a furious manner.

"I do technically commandeer the fleet." pointed the Librarian.

"You said you were merely a care taker of this heavenly vessel." reminded a primitive. "And it is the duty of the care taker to obey the will of the master. Whatever we say, you do."

The Librarian tried to smile. If she didn't have organic approval to do anything, she wouldn't make any progress. She had to convince the ancients nicely. "But I do technically have more knowledge on this field than any of you combined."

"You act as if it is a women's job to control men!" screamed the Leader.

"Fine your highness." said the Librarian. "Where would you like to go?"

The ancients studied the map before deciding where to go.

"How about here?" pointed an ancient.

The Librarian lifted a holographic eyebrow. "Um, that is in the middle of dead space where-"

"Servants do not talk back to their master! Take us there." hissed the leader.

"The severity of merely asking me to take us somewhere without doing the first hand calculations to account for space-time curves-"

Suddenly the Librarian felt a sort of virtual pain enter her insides. It was response for disobeying the fifth law of Narret robotics, 'The synthetic must serve the organic at all times'. If she continued to resist, she would be deleted from the terminal and be declared a rogue.

Slowly, she nodded and prepared the course. After the leader tapped the control panel to validate the action, the entirety of the Narret fleet entered fired their dark matter projectors and entered series of space-time holes. (Much to the confusion of the humans on frigates who hadn't seen the events on the flagship).

The ancient Greek tribe was mesmerized by the sight of hyperspace, while others were psychologically hurt from its hideous form. Along the way, a scribe was writing what was occurring on a sheet of wood and writing with a stick and inc.

"Um, would you like to type on a tablet?" offered the Librarian.

The scribe looked at her with an uncertain expression.

"Never mind." sighed the AI.

A few mere seconds passed and the fleet found itself in the middle of deep, empty space, with the only source of illumination being a set of nearby stars and a nebula.

The excitement of the Greeks were cut off when the Leader shifted his view and noticed other ships in the sky.

"Comrades! My eyes may deceive me, but I believe there may be more of these vessels as well!"

"Well, of course." chuckled the Librarian. "Why should your tribe be the only ones who get to enjoy such a trip?"

"There are others?" cried a primitive.

The Librarian nodded and activated a holographic communications relay. Suddenly, the inhabitants of each ship appeared to each other as a hologram, strategically placed in the room where every individual was seen.

Upon seeing ghostly forms of an enemy, the tribes drew their weapons and yelled curses at each other. The Librarian gave them a moment before things cooled down. She made sure translators were on so that each group could understand each other.

"Why must they join us?" yelled a furious primitive of African descent.

The Librarian crossed her arms, "Look, none of you are going to accomplish anything if-"

"Accomplish?" laughed the hologram of an ancient Indian man. "Have you taken four Persian bandits all by yourself?" The statement caused a rupture of roars from the opposing primitives.

The Librarian face palmed. "Um no."

"Wait a moment." cried a Native American scribe while looking out the window in a frigate. "Why is there no moon, Sun or Earth?"

"This is what happens when you tell me to transport you in the middle of Space without any planning." pointed the AI.

"Typical Greeks. Always willing to rush into things." laughed a primitive African.

The Librarian cleared her holographic throat and decided to give her plan another shot. "So if you all want to see another star system with life like yours, I recommend-"

Once again, the Librarian was interrupted by an enthusiastic tribal. "We create one!"

"Pardon me?"

"Didn't you say these constructs have the ability to mold worlds like a clay and seed life for animals and plants?" panned an ancient.

"Well of course. This fleet's purpose is solar construction."

"So if we can not find a world, let us make one!" cheered a tribal.

"I do not know." shook another. "Remember when Epimethius wanted man to have the power of Gods? It did not end well."

"Silence fool!" hissed the hologram of an ancient Native American leader. "You will not rob us from the chance of a lifetime."

"Are the leaders of all races in favor?" called out a primitive Arab.

To the Librarian's frustration, all tribal groups cried out in support of the motion. She didn't want any of this, but the Narret laws of robotics were dictating her every move.

"Alright then." sighed the Librarian. "I hope you realize the implications of creating a planet in the middle of outer space."

"You are the one who controls the vessel." reminded a tribal. "Just do as we say and it will all work out."

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Oh how the Librarian wished that she was capable of denying demands from organics. Had the uprising been that severe? She took a deep breath and attempted to explain the implications of terraformation. All of the humans were concentrated on one ship that was the carrier, the most potent type of ship for terraforming.

"I hope you are aware that the construction of a solar system requires adept planning and severe knowledge on the sciences of-"

"Look at this! A women teaching her superiors about knowledge!" laughed a tribal.

The Librarian crossed her holographic arms. "Fine. We'll skip all the important things to sooth your burning desire. Happy? What you will need to create your world is this."

Suddenly, the Librarian materialized a familiar heart shaped device which the primitives gazed upon.

"What is that?"

"This is a Creator Heart. The pinnacle of Narret technology. This device is connected to the Carrier's main matter and energy reservoirs. Whatever is programmed and rendered on the Heart's software will be emitted by the ship in charge of terraforming."

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"Magic device makes everything you want come to life." panned the Librarian.

This time she got a response. The humans were excited for the heart would almost literally give them the god like power of creation. For the next few hours the humans toyed around with the Creator Heart to uncover all of its kinks and tricks. The Librarian had managed to program the heart to speak the local language to make the process easier for the humans, who still couldn't figure out how the abstract device functioned.

Didn't stop them from using it however. The Creator Heart had everything they needed. Ground formation, climate control, biome management, city construction and more.

The humans semi correctly guessed that the first thing they should create was a local star, seeing as to how they were going to need a source for light and heat. Creating a star was the only function of a Creator heart that could be done automatically without much input.

However, a hologram flashed before the humans stating that the Carrier lacked enough Nebular matter and energy for pressurizers to form a star no bigger than an extremely minor sub-dwarf star. One that probably wouldn't be strong enough to hold a planet in place unless an external input was added. However, the humans ignored the warnings and proceeded to create one anyway.

As the ships Terraforming systems got to work, a familiar cloud of dust and gaseous matter escaped the Carrier and formed a bright Nebula, mesmerizing the primitives. The next thing they new, the particle accelerators of the Carrier caused the Nebula to condense, with the center growing denser and hotter at an alarming rate. The next the humans knew, a miniature star sparked to life. Shadow themselves were awestruck by the display of Narret technology through the video.

Next, the primitives decided to try out creating a planet. This time, the Creator Heart lit up a display that resembled a photoshop or 3-D modelling program.

The Primitives asked the Librarian, annoyed that only now she would be listened to, for guidance on using the program. The Librarian gave an extremely brief tutorial on the device and merely stated that it was like drawing.

Soon, a group of artisans gathered around the Creator Heart and started to draw what they perceived would be the perfect world. Despite their lack of computer skills, they seemed to draw with ease, with the program recognizing when objects were meant to be water, trees or rocks, the later two of which were purposely meant to resemble ones on Earth. Each culture got their own input on the design.

Upon finishing their animated drawing, the ancients demanded that the Librarian bring it to life. The AI objected, noting that creating a world was a delicate procedure that weeks and simply drawing a world without rendering it in a proper 3-d format to resemble reality would have major repercussions. Repercussions in which the tribals didn't understand. Constrained by protocol, the Librarian lost her bid and hastily created a planet that should have been concept art at most.

Once again, the humans spent the next few hours observing the wonderful creation of the planet, seeing it go through the various stages of planetary formation that would normally take billions of years like continental creation and emergent of complex plant life.

As a bi-product of planetary creation, a moon was being formed as well.

Genesis had begun.

Author's Notes:

Yes, I know humans didn't have neolithic intelligence ten thousand years ago and in case you thought the Librarian didn't act much like an AI during the flashback, remember, she's programmed to be more organic than machine.