Excerpt from a small fragment of an ancient Terran guide to galactic life found after the Catastrophe.
"Space is big. Really big. You just won't believe how vastly, hugely, mind-bogglingly big it is."
From the musings of Maya Von Christova - Benevolent Dynamics
After the Catastrophe, what remains of humanity exists on space stations scattered around the galaxy. Space, it is said, is what now binds the human civilization. It is the dark and murky sea in which we flounder, struggling to stay afloat in. It is what gives us purpose, bonds us together against a cold, zero-atmospheric foe that would wipe us out but for a few meters of corroded metal and ancient rock. But we need it. Space is also our challenge, it drives us, lights the fires of our inspiration on how to survive it, traverse it, and even utilize it. It would be the death of us all, and thus we fight against it, stand against it, build our hulls to steadfastly protect us from it. Space, it turns out, is, at least for now, our home.