The year is 43 After Expansion and the Imperial Republic of Man is crumbling. What began with a golden era of hyper-expansion and booming trade prosperity has faded into under-supplied colonies, rapid inflation and defunct lines of communication.

The formerly rigid caste system of the empire is losing purchase. Craftsmen are rising above their station, the once desperately poor are preforming cutting-edge A.I. research, and the idealistic students are taking up banners of freedom and liberty against the expectations of servitude before them. In a society where your past was all that mattered, suddenly it is no longer who you are, but who you strive to become that defines you.

Despite these factors Imperial record keeping remains immaculate and unbiased. Automated systems recorded every aspect of every citizen. Even colonies suffering from defunct star gates posses storage systems slowly filling with data waiting to transmit to the Core Worlds for processing.

And thus we come to you, a soul whose story may yet shape the stars or simply end in tears and crushed dreams.