Back when I was a kid, the PHA visited my little part of Cibus. They told us they weren’t staying long, just enough to recoup themselves and all that. They ended up staying for a while, preaching about loving openly and all that good propaganda crap The one big promise they kept for a while was that the war would never come to us. We were adamant that we wanted nothing to do with the first war. They listened for a while, until they stuck a superweapon basically in my backyard and called it an Art Project Like usual we all listened to their lies, until they fired the weapon and we saw through all the fake lies and shark tooth smiles they gave us for years I was angry, confused, and had gotten separated from my home and family in the middle of the conflict. Either I could join the AHA, or be more human debris floating through space. I made my decision, and I ain’t lookin back