The Road Home
Believe me when I tell you, we come here by necessity and not by choice or design.
This place is foreign to us. My own best diplomat took one look into the long blue void and had to be sedated. They call it sky sickness; it’s just unnatural to be in open space without protection. And no amount of gravitational training can prepare you for the real thing. My mother was born here and even she has problems with it.
So unfortunately, you are stuck with me, tired, disoriented, and ready to get this weight off my shoulders both physically and metaphorically.
Trust me when I say we wouldn’t be here if there was any other way. Our DNA might have originated here but this rancid rock you call Earth is not our home.