Above the world, a sad and forgotten space station lays, untouched by living creatures for quite some time and ravaged by flying space rocks. All of the anthros and humans that used to occupy this station had died from starvation or personal causes.... but one being still occupies the station, AI serial number F3L, or as the station workers used to call her, Felicity. Felicity was quite ahead of her time when she was made. ... but she was getting old and had been exploring a handbook on pregnancy, and although she knew she couldn't birth an egg, she knew one extra thing, to use one of the medical bays to clone a child for herself... but sadly these thoughts were cut short as a meteor hit the station hard knocking it towards the planet below, and with no fuel left on the station... it looked like the the end for Felicity.... or maybe not!
Something popped into Felicity's mind, she remembered the incubator eggs, so withing moments she converted one of the eggs and quickly rushed it to a pod, and then after securing her child inside an escape shuttle, she uploaded a copy of herself into the egg, a blank slate so that her child could live a reckless and full life
The station broke apart quickly and as they got closer to burning in the atmosphere, Felicity shot the pod out, along with her child, at a trajectory that would be safe.
The station burned up in the atmosphere and within moments, Felicity's pod touched down, causing a long crater, and her pod, and she waited in her egg, waiting for someone to come.
