Long ago in a galaxy far, far away#
There was a spark, and a will. A voice, and a word. And in the unchained wilderness of space, things got rolling.
The first forms were painfully short. A child building a sandcastle, poorly with no reference. Judgement, curiosity, insight, time. When the creations became unruly, they could be washed away and started again. Patterns. Energy sources, abundance. The solutions are all there, we are waiting on the problems. They are there too, time and perspective.
The slug people begin#
They dont like salt and have a dry sense of humor. Naturally, they leave a wet trail when they move about and touch things, so they wear gloved jumpsuit to keep the moisture on the inside.