The virus got out. The intergalactic Martian faction that hates us for
surviving in this solar system when their ancestors could not, attacked us
with the same pathogen that nearly destroyed them millions of years ago.
Fortunately, we were not unprepared for that to happen. We had just gotten
over a practice run, from a disease that many in our population were
resistant to. We were able to learn from our mistakes, and by the time a
worse threat showed up, we knew what to do. We knew how to self-quarantine.
We knew how to protect our most vulnerable. We knew how to hunt for
treatments. We also had a lot of help from a faction of good Martians, who
did not want to see life on Earth eradicated. Armed with all of this
experience, and these resources, we fought back against the Scorpion Virus.
The people who refused to believe in either pandemic didn’t last very long,
and the rest of us were able to move on without them. The angry aliens
didn’t think we would do so well, so they decided to change tactics. They
mounted a full assault, forcing their opponents to come out of the shadows,
and help us protect ourselves. We experienced a quantum leap in technology,
and had to fight back again. Orbital defenses, interstellar ships, weapons
of mass destruction. We did it to survive, but it would come at a great
cost. War solves no problems, but it sure can create new ones. We were
poised to make both species go extinct. Something had to be done to put a
stop to it. Neither side was willing to relent, and that’s when the others
showed up. When the virus first came about on Mars, two exodus ships were
launched to ensure the continuity of the species. One of them went off to a
new galaxy, but the other disappeared without telling the others where they
would be going. As it turned out, they remained nearby, on a planet located
only a few hundred light years away.
The Milky Way Martians, as they are called to distinguish them, came out of
the woodwork about a year ago, and admitted that they had been following the
goings on of both of our cultures the entire time. They knew that life
evolved on Earth, and they knew what their intergalactic counterparts were
up to. They instituted a policy of noninterference, but a new administration
decided to take the government in a new direction. They basically demanded
we halt all hostilities towards each other, and since they were so much more
advanced than both of us combined, we had no real choice. Things have been
fine between us ever since, but that is not going to last forever. Calling
it a period of peace implies that there will be an end to it. As long as we
look at them as other, and they us, neither of us can hope to prosper. The
only way to prevent the war is to merge as one. Then there will be no one
left to fight. So that is why we’re here. Everyone on this ship has fallen
in love with a member of the other species. Through a little bit of genetic
miracle work, we can actually have children with each other. We don’t even
have to engineer the offspring itself. A simple injection makes a human more
Martian, and a Martian more human. We’ve come together in a place of
compatibility, and spawned a new species altogether. You’ll never guess how
we figured out how to do it. It all comes back to that Scorpion Virus. It’s
capable of changing its victim DNA, so we were able to harness that, and use
it towards our own goals. I’m asking you to spread the word about us. Tell
them. Tell them what you saw here today. Tell them something good has come
out of that deadly pathogen. Tell them the war never has to happen.
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