I was born to travel, to see these worlds, to catalogue them, to give a name to every creature, every planet. The skies.

I was born to travel, to see these worlds, to catalogue them, to give a name to every creature, every planet. The skies... they were mine.

The Atlas told me I could never see them all. There were too many. So I did what I had to do. I survived in the face of eternity. I saw all the worlds of my universe. I returned to the Atlas... I told them what I had done. I asked if it was proud of me.

It... it laughed at me, I am sure of it. It showed me universe upon universe, each with another Traveller, just like me. I was not special. I was not unique. The things I had to do to get here... the things I had to become... none of it meant a thing.