Interstellar Restricted Area

Human beings are not hostile, human beings are ignored. In the vast sea of ​​​​stars of cosmic civilization, human beings are just a primitive species that has just crawled out of the cradle. They are not worthy of being hated or cared about. There are probably countless budding civilizations like humans in the universe, and the reception system of Sera Port handles them like an ordinary daily port matter. Life never chooses the environment in which it is born. No one can decide whether he will be born before he is born, and no species can decide what he will evolve into before evolving. You don't need to be ashamed of the fact that you survived - no matter how many degrees your protein folds were off, no matter whether your cells were fully or partially immune to that resonant field, these are just facts of physics. Physical facts carry no moral properties. If the environment is poison and you survive - that's called evolution, not original sin. Your 'poison' is your cradle and your tombstone. It allowed you to evolve in that sealed star system for billions of years. It is your cradle because it gives you life. It is also your tombstone, for it erects a wall between you and the universe, a wall that has silently enforced the isolation order for countless geological epochs without. But now - when you step out of the cradle, you have left the 'poison' in the past. The cradle is still there, the tombstone is still there, the wall is still there. But the solvent in the cradle had dried. The words on the tombstone have been worn away by time. You are no longer responsible for that wall. You just need to keep flying forward.