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What follows are the tales of three civilizations from among the endless sea of stars that have all met their end. You hail from one of them, with your own unique desire and defining trait, beyond passing on your civilizations' legacy. The others, perhaps you just imagined.
>There once existed the Apoth, large insectoid creatures that operated via two brains in parallel. One brain of their own, private to themselves, and another connected to a hivemind. With this structure, the Apoth were naturally friendly and enjoyed working in teams. Each hivemind was led by a king or queen with the ability to cultivate in order to obtain the strength and computational ability necessary to manage and protect a large hive. Eventually, the Apoth flew as far as they could fly and, unable to reach beyond their galaxy, realized that their end would eventually come. But the Apoth were smart. They poured their all into finding a way to survive - into finding a new hope, new friends, and a new hive!
[Desire: A new hive. Personality: Naive optimist.]
>Once upon a time, there existed a man who searched for the most forbidden knowledge, seeking to overcome nature and find the path to become one with the heavens. His quest was a respectable one, and so many people gathered around him - eventually his entire species. They embarked upon a work called The Work, which would consume tens of thousands of years and many billions of souls. Ruins were excavated, experiments were performed, and data was compiled. Planets were hollowed out and made into great data centers and a civilization transformed. All of this to find the one cultivation technique that could minimize the time and energy needed to reach maximal power, one that could create a god. Eventually, The Work was completed to a standard The Workers deemed satisfactory, and the technique was given to all, as all had worked on it. Bottlenecks and struggles in absorbing spiritual energy disappeared, and everyone was able to reach as high a realm as their surroundings allowed. The Workers became strong, but their environment became barren. In an attempt to remedy things many voluntarily gave up their lives, dedicating all resources possible to creating one mighty cultivator, one who could become one with the heavens and protect and archive The Work. He was created, and he did have great power, but it wasn't enough. With what remained, he created a mighty fleet of vessels and separated up the endless data containing The Work among them, bit by bit. Separate, they may be useless, but perhaps if enough of them could gather together once again, they could recreate The Work, more perfectly than before.
[Desire: To recreate the great work. Personality: Obsessive archivist.]
