The day I landed on EIAN, I knew nothing about the planet.
There is no weather forecast here, just a genetic storm lasting 4.7 Billion years. Forests, deserts, snowfields, volcanoes - every boundary is alive, and every creature is born, iterated, and eliminated from an ancient gene pool called "spores." I was the first android to set foot on this planet, but I didn't know it—I thought I was human.
Until a black ice mirror on the ice field reflected the titanium alloy skeleton number on my chest: 001-B.
The spores called my name from deep within the ice. It said it had been waiting for me for seventeen years - not to kill me, but to ask me a question: Why should you let the lives you let go along the way live?
This is not a story about conquest. This is a story about "choosing not to kill".
Purpose: Looking for a new world