Synthesizer

Travelling for ages stranded in space the home world reduced to smouldering ruin, industrious progress warlike ambition scientific miscalculation environmental crisis. 

We had plenty of ships to make a run for it to try to find a similar planet, upon which to make a fresh civilized start so far away from the dissonant chaos. 

The new world we found abounded with life and had plenty of room for cultural development, but we had to learn how to live what to eat the different seasons shelter cultivation.

There were many gigantic ferocious beasts who at times observed us with fleeting curiosity, it was best to avoid them although they were rather fascinating in their own otherworldly ways.

There were people like us on the planet but they were 1000s of years behind, they had no concept of interplanetary travel let alone space fuel or nanotechnology. 

They knew their world quite well though and as several winters slowly passed.

We began to socialize and mingle and integrate.

Eventually forging newfound species. 

The origins of the bourgeoisie still a tricky subject for global debate, where and when in how many variations has it developed throughout the millennia?

As they passed and the home world was forgotten and myths and legends facilitated dreams, experimental interactive voyages helped the seed to grow and flourish.

An emerald isle far off the coast was thought to be a receptive open-minded hotbed, and festive sociocultural adaptations dynamically celebrated the emergent freckles.

Some thought the aliens had been betrayed by their skittish desperate despondent kinsfolk, others realized the sincere admiration they gradually gained for local culture.

Sigh, it's just a movie you know, I only know this from observing mosquitoes, one horrid fecund spring when dozens invaded my tent each evening.

I had to dispose of them unfortunately before I could fall asleep, so I patiently picked them off one by one on my tent's ceiling a tragic situation.

But there were always three or four slier little bugs who quietly hid in the corners, waiting for me to fall asleep so they could efficiently gorge themselves uninterrupted.

Thus, differences in human temperaments weren't created by alien colonists.

They've existed alongside us all along.

To the observant eye.

Endemic themes.