Out of this world — this means war | COMPLETED

Extinction, an automatic sequenced gameplay laying out the next task — mission — before the inevitable fate awaiting all life forms before life itself stops to exist. A hand of sand held out to the windy rocky coast separating those of land and water. Just as simple as the wind blows sand away — it could be easier — was — for any life form to stop coexisting, in a flash of an eye, a millisecond. Alignment — fate — the inevitable. In all due time everything had a due date. A death date being the due date of life, a birth date being the due time life was given. Everything coexisting, life depending on life — for provision of necessities, needs, wants. The universe, the sum of everything that exists in the cosmos, including time and space itself. An imaginary collection of worlds with galaxies. Galaxy, any of the collections of many millions of stars, galactic dust, black holes, etc. existing as independent and coherent systems, of which there are billions in the known universe. Waiting to be discovered, explored — selfish to think a particular life form could be alone in the vast — endless space with so much to see, learn. Possibilities ranging from A to Z explaining theory after another, proving a possible residing galaxy with its own plants — living creatures. A lifetime. A human could never only ‘live’ once, being conceived in the womb to being buried at the end of their time. Each day between the two events — they live, not once but everyday just one lifetime. They could only live one lifetime according to beliefs but only die once — A human only dies once. In an exhibition of another theory, A human lives twice. The first life is lived with a careless lifestyle aim uncertain of what is to come, and the second? Once they realise they could possibly only live once. Now or never — one lifetime. Possibilities never end, they always wander about — one mind to the next. Such as reincarnation — A rebirth of a mental capacity, such as a soul, in a physical life form, such as a body after physical death or spiritual. Beliefs, hope, love. Three feelings they clinged onto during each decade as their precious life force weakened untill it was nothing but cosmic dust. Uninhabited — incapable of restraining life. Fleeing to a vast new area as the only planet in the milky way galaxy containing the ability to hold life — could not. The human race divided into three, Tabin — skilled, technologically advanced. Boti — violent, envious. Deyetro — a slave trade root, nothing but servants. Years in space fought back on their sanity forcing them to turn their backs on eachother — a painful division. The three feelings lost and forgotten, war between the two that could have helped eachother. The big bang theory? Lost in the pages floating around, burnt with the impure atmosphere on planet earth. The inevitable extinction a bit closer each decade, and no single sight of a possibility host planet. Just space and war — destruction.