When more than one craft started to fill the inventory of the black guv-mints coffers!
We were obsolete before the project took it's wings, literally.
The blowback IS- the mother fuckers treated beings sentient as they've treated their own.
While the grey's were hurrying to find the synapse that mutated out of their control, before the bad assed Rep-Tilian arrives for the millennium's accounting, much has changed in their programming being living droids and all. Their lineage is connected to a species thought to be extinct by the clones after the wars that lasted millions upon millions of years!
Then you've got beings the bastards couldn't decipher and they killed them casting their beingstate as insect-toid, are quite, how should I say this, mother fuckin pissed, in a blind fuckin weigh. You know the Van-burens? These are the Van-Burythem. We are about to be the receivers without seeing the toss of the coin. Ah, the super bowel shits the bed for the first time in story-dumb. They missed the toss too! The plasma, OMFG
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