This late evening I had my maiden flight together with Hans Eckhard. We left the Omegas behind us and went deep into Bretonia core systems. It was wonderful. My eyes saw things which they never were able to see before. I felt the open space being a part of me. Surrounded by the universe's pulsating heartbeat, which sends my evil thoughts to those who are privileged to hear them. And it always answers with the same penetrating force as always. We are one entity. On our search for contacts, which could be of use for us, we came across a few manned trading vessels. I could almost smell their fear. Rightly. There is no hope for a live, which decides to do nothing for its survival.
This race is embarrassing. Weak and fearful. Too young to understand the higher plans. The goals of ours. Though, when we finally in Cambridge found a pair of humans, we found one which had a stronger will to survive. One man's death was another man's viability. They're easy to understand. It's true, that one man's pain is another man's pleasure. They enjoy in killing. Be it even their own race. The survival of the strongest. Ironical life. In the end, there can only be one. And the future is not alterable. Yet they're ignorant, but soon they'll accept their destiny. Their knowledge is our fear. It's the only danger for our goals. The destruction of the humans knowledge is inevitable. We will not tolerate their expansion. Not territorial nor spiritual.