First Contact.

The Future is Now is a sci-fi memepunk in a universe full of humanaboos.

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Remember where we came from but embrace where we are now.

This datadrive recounts the universe's first contact with the humans countless millennia’s ago.

Clear. Completely clear skies, down into the surface. As they put on their pressure suits; the barometer read 101325 Pascals, a crushing atmosphere. Down the surface, passed steel machines, fueled by raging infernos; scorching the heavenly skies with cinders for their own livelihood. This blue marble was Earth, and those were humans. It was tense, we only had one chance to get this right. We were similar, these humans weren’t advanced nor important, but they were fearsome.
Their culture was unimaginable; they rebuilt cities in known disaster zones, domesticated apex predators, and performed surgery without artificial intelligences. Severe trauma marks the end for most species, but humans can lose entire limbs and continue fighting for hours. Our warriors found that out too late. We targeted urban centers, our orbital bombardment exterminated 70% of their population; but they never surrendered, and success was measured in our blood.

Mistakes were made; despite the technology gap, for each one we killed, they slaughtered a dozen warriors. But once we learned they reproduced even faster than us; we realized they were an infestation to purge before it overtook the universe. The humans became deadlier as their numbers diminished. In fear we set up surveillance, from the safety of the ship I saw my first human, and the legacy they would leave.
We called it "Al". It awoke from hibernation then checked its communicator to find it's signal jammed. Al immediately searched for caffeine, a poison to most lifeforms, likely attempted to end its species honorably. We were ready to glass the area as we watched the human, it’s form majestic, it’s presence horrific. Then it happened, a puddle of water, loss of balance, a sharp corner, an impact, blood, stillness. We watched, and nothing happened.
That day, we became the Culturate.