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<span class="mu-b">”Alright Maktana- you're in charge.”</span>
“W-What?! Wait, do you mean Overseer?! I am nowhere near qualified to-”
<span class="mu-b">”Please. When I was your age I could barely even even write a history report. You're a prodigy, and one of the Hegemony's top minds- both in gene score and in practice. I'm sure you will do just fine. I have work to be done back on the Homeworld.”</span>
And just like that- you assign Maktana to be your Overseer of Science. While the Overseer of Science is supposed to look over all of your fields of advancement, they are naturally going to favor those in their own fields- and moreso, their own personal works will get the budget and resources needed to really bear fruit. Which is why the selection of who it is is so important.
You are now <span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">Maktana Naonae II</span></span> and you feel that your life is deeply unnatural.
You are a biologist and you consider yourself an ethicist- and due to your use of the former you are mostly shielded from the consequences of the latter within the Hegemony. Young and lacking experience in leadership and rigorous research; you have been assigned to one of the highest offices of the Hegemony because of your “ancestors” propensity towards xenobiology. But, in truth, you don't know if that's such a good fit for yourself.
The first Maktana was born into a world where alien life was new- an extraordinary world unqiuely formed by natural force- the ice moon of Caplit. He was deeply protective of that sphere and found a use for it- some even debate today he only did so to protect them from the military-industrial complex of the Hegemony. But you feel no such connection to that place- nor this place. Alien life is not some wild world to be understood by the first steps of a newly space age civilization; it is now something banal. Infinitely repeating patterns common as dirt out in the habitable regions of space.
Your own self and being are a pattern too- but an outdated one. Your first incarnation, the being whose DNA you share, was born half a millennia ago. You share a species with the Jaxtians, but you are about as different as you can be from everyone you know. You're like a fossil- in the microscale of cosmic time, evolution still creates deviation. You feel like your creation to recapture some of the “magic” in the old days of the Hegemony, divorced from time and place, is a smack in the face to a people and an empire constantly changing, innovating, expanding, and evolving in complexity.
