An Introduction
This is an introduction to a possible story I'll be writing at a later date.
Our world was, mostly, a peaceful one. We had untamed landscapes, green rolling hills, pure snow capped mountains, and unspoiled oceans. After decades, no, centuries, we had repaired the damage done by our forebears, computing technology was advancing at an alarming rate. We no longer needed to rely on the wasteful and damaging ways our fathers and mothers had used. To some, our world was a paradise... that is until they showed up.
One faction, strange insect like creatures, came around to our world from behind our second natural satellite, and another, a people that could only be described as similar to crabs and lobsters, arrived from around our third. They weren't interested in us, outside of what we could be used to do for them, nor were they interested in our world, besides it serving as a fresh, new battleground for their war. We never knew their names. We never knew how long they had been fighting, nor what they were fighting for. All we knew was their destruction, their power, their malice.
Some of us were changed, altered, to fit their needs. To be used on their star ships, to be used on their war fronts, to be forced to rape our own world for what materials and energy could be torn from it for them. Some of us escaped, to use abandoned and damaged bases and outposts they had constructed on the now blistered face of our world, to resist, to learn, to fight back, to survive. I'm one of them. Tenchi Ataku, and I constructed the Chronoical. I stored in it as much of our ways, our stories, our lore, our past, and our present in it as I could. I kept it safe. Others joined me, saw the importance of keeping our way of life, our history, intact. Together, this is what we achieved.
Eventually, their war on our world waned into time. There was nothing left to take. Our world held no strategic advantage except for its resources and another place to fight for a time. Eventually, it took many decades, but they moved on, leaving our world scared, beaten, broken... but not us. It has been a long time, but at last our world is ours again... but I'm old, and those of us who remain have not the equipment, the resources, nor the knowledge to keep the machines and devices scattered around and implanted on our world running. My time is coming, and Chronical has only one power cell left. This will be its last entry and broadcast. After this, I will power it down, and pray. Pray to whatever gods or goddesses still look down upon this world that some day, our world will be what it was before they came. Before it was pillaged. Before we were enslaved.
The power cell will bleed energy even with the Chronical disabled, but I estimate it will last around ten millennia. Hopefully by then, someone will have found it. Someone will know or learn how to use it, and our past will be safe. Hopefully by then, our children's children's children will have healed our shattered world...
Tenchi Ataku out.