Black box sees; Black box speaks. Terra is now but a lost memory of a lost and long time passed. Now is the beginning of the third century after Exodus. And the universe as we know it, survived the two hundred years war. Borders were broken and shaped. Races rose triumphant, while others are on the brink of extinction. However, the product of this carnage was a state of peace that, in return, paved an environment suitable for great scientific advancement. And so, fantasy became a reality, unbelievable creatures of fiction came to life. The universe is a terrifying place now, where only the strong survives. Still, the course of my actions had been already set. I remain on Standby and ready of deployment for the sake of a new but unknown user.