My homeworld is a distant memory. The things I cannot remember in my waking hours come back to me in my nightmares. It's my greatest fear....going back. Sometimes I wake up sweating in my Nali hut because I think I'm right back in the filth of the society I left behind. Sometimes I have dreams about the Bodega Bay as it descended into hell like a flaming chariot. Sometimes I imagine myself being trapped inside. To me the Bodega Bay represented Earth...a smoldering wreck spiraling downward to meet its inevitable demise. I was saved from that fate. The Nali who rescued me from my escape pod didn't fear me because I was different. So many aliens fall from the sky on this planet and while nearly all of them have been hostile to this benevolent race, they still meet each new arrival with open arms. I knew right away that I had found where I belonged. I had to travel thousands of lightyears but I got here. I found my sanctuary. There are many threats to the harmony I have so cherished...

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