Genesis: The Dark Times

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Authors Note: This is an alternate universe with an alternate time line.

The Dark Times

The handover of power between The Celestials and the races they had
selected to continue their work took longer than The Celestials had predicted.
Creating races capable of fulfilling their function had proven a challenge and
their had been many failures along the way. Some races had failed to evolve the
skills needed and others had been corrupted by the power at their disposals.
Some had seen themselves as gods over their fellow mortals instead of as tools
belonging to greater power. The
Celestials had stayed around until they were certain that their guidance was no longer
required and that the rules they had set in place would remain steadfast.

Unfortunately, while The Celestials had managed to breed out most of the
problems with their chosen races, one issue remained: memory leakage. It seemed
impossible for those they enhanced to retain the knowledge they had been gifted
for more than a few generations. After that time their evolution reversed to a
point where they needed to relearn everything they had previously known. The absolute
knowledge that they had an
important destiny in a cosmos, which they could see needed guidance, brought them to the
conclusion that they were bound to become the dominant race in the universe to
which all others should defer.

The problem with that view was that The Celestials had chosen races from hundreds of worlds and had never favoured one race over another. They had
left no indication that there was or indeed should be a hierarchy among their
successors. They considered those they had modified experiments of equal worth. But the knowledge The Celestials had granted them gave many of
those races a sense of self-importance and a need to take charge that could not
be ignored when triggered. It was fine so long as those races remained spread
out across the universe, separated by the vastness of space, but when inevitably
two or more races met, it was almost guaranteed that they would be at odds with each
other; all believed their own race to be the rightful leaders of universe.

Tensions rose as some races started to take direct action to slow the
development of their competitors, going so far as to alter their rival’s genetic
data so that they lost the traits that had made them of interest to The
Celestials in the first place. Accidents that completely wiped-out colonies were
common, as was the strategic sowing of discontent to cause civil wars that
distracted from innovation. And it seemed that nothing they did could stop the
inevitable slide into chaos as magic took a hold and for a time, the purity of
science was obscured.

End of Part