It is the destiny of man to explore the Heavens in search for something new,
studying all surroundings in hopes of finding the perfect world.
A world without pollution, plentiful resources, & hidden fanatical man continues to find new creatures to dissect, cloning DNA to create the perfect man!
Man searches new ways to make fewer mistakes using the 'Technology Of Wizards.'
It is the destiny of man to kill & destroy, excusing himself as 'The Controller.'
Perilous tasks & busy hands cautiously await the unveiling.
Excitement abounds as the crowds gather fold, stampeding to be counted at the door.
A smile on his face, he smirks & states, it is the destiny of man!
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