Our sun is about to die. It might happen a thousand years from now, but it might happen tomorrow - we can't risk it. We've waited far too long.

Abeona has been ready for centuries. She has been our guide, our administrator, our savior, and now she will be our womb - our glorious mother, who will travel a distance unimaginable until ideal conditions for human life are found. Perhaps they never will be, in which case those of us who remain will sleep until the end of the universe itself.

I allow myself a little pride. It was my ancestor who programmed the original iteration of Abeona and my ancestral line that kept up these archives after she became self-aware (and more than capable of improving her own programming beyond anything any human brain could achieve).

It is time.