A missionary in the distant future.
I am a missionary, a missionary to a new and lonely world.
I was a callow, innocent soul called by a God who whispered in the river waters that flowed down by the oaks; now sent to a world where God shouted above the devilish howls of a rusty wind.
I am a missionary, the first missionary to New Eden, once known by the name of Mars. A few years ago, the first pioneers homesteaded this once dead outland now going through its Genesis; now I was being sent to bring God to a place where most assumed God had never set foot.
My prayer as I hear the roar of the retros?
"God, I fear we tread where we ought not tread. But what the hell!"