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No one is quite confident that they can answer the question: 'when did humans first appear on MoSh?', so, most of the time, we don't bother focusing on it. At least, not openly.
In truth, it does keep me up when I would rather be dreaming of elsewheres. It bothers me when I take a trip and hit the shell and find myself staring out at the bleakness of space. It bothers me and upsets me that my parents even bothered with the idea of children. They were zealots, you know. The sort of people that revered MoSh. Treated it like a God.
When I managed to get away from them in my younger years I made myself a promise that I would either leave or die trying. A rather hyperbolic statement, I know. But, I stand by it with all my heart.
I want to see what is out there.
Beyond or reach and beyond our control.
I have only so many years left.