We used to think we had figured it out. Thought we understood everything. Hell, we traveled to the stars, colonized long dead worlds and could even reignite dormant suns if we wanted. Every species we came across marveled at our ingenuity. They were impressed at how we defeated challenges and made the impossible a reality.

All except one. Their was one world that taught us a real lesson.



We thought we had cracked it. The language of machines. Countless times breaking things back down to ones and zeroes then a step further to machine language, helped us understand the things we found in the dark of space. We could find common ground and understanding with all we came in contact with. But the Rodani were beyond that. They showed us that we knew nothing. That there was something else. Beyond the binary, beyond the machine language. A real, source code to the universe. They knew of it and shied away from it. Their scholars told us that this knowledge was deadly. That aligning all beings under one language, one understanding would bring about an end. We had long outgrown tales of the apocalypse. So we used our knowledge to take theirs. We began building the Tower. The tool to decode and understand the universe. We thought we knew it all, but soon, we would.