Help me. Help me remember.
If you can believe it, there was once
a time we were the same age.
You were enticed by Starfleet's lies of bold new worlds.
But a great many were wary of their promises.
Why would we join a primitive allegiance
when it was them who stood the most to gain?
Years of infighting rotted our decency,
replacing it with fear, anger,
violence, civil war.
The Federation refused to choose a side.
Abandoned us to face decades of our own self-annihilation.
Hope of Solum was dead until decades later.
The sky tore open and hope returned.
I remember seeing the Protostar
arrive through the wormhole with my own eyes.
They called it an accident, but we know it was fate.