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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
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