—Who am I?
The question we ask ourselves when we finally get that random sense of consciousness in our childhood. We're alive, breathing, but how...why even? Meaning of life? You've heard of it all before.
Not every creature born will get a guide, they'll be left with no sense of direction and may have to partially leave it up to luck. Let's take sea turtles for example, they'll lay their eggs on a beach and simply leave, once the babies hatch, they'll head towards the ocean and simply begin hunting on their own accord.
Humans are fortunate enough to be born and instantly handed some breast milk and a pacifier—a starter kit which most importantly also includes love and care from parents—the guide of our lives for years before we reach that stage of independence.
Now, of course, out of the billions of them all, there are some that don't have access to such luxury and elegance. It's probably quite obvious that this is true but this is not about HUMANS specifically, well, let's just say that they weren't exactly the first to walk the earth.
Despite the world's current state of the modern age, there was a special containment chamber hidden under layers upon layers of the earth's crust, so low that anyone that tried to reach that point would either melt completely from the heat or crushed immensely by an excessive amount of pressure. A point of no-return is what you can call it.
But that shouldn't be right, the chamber itself shouldn't have existed then? Well yes, but in this chamber, humans haven't exactly walked across such floors, whatever's been in there or current IS in there, isn't completely human, but maybe something beyond the capabilities of humans.
You may have heard of the Proselenes before, correct? A civlisation that once stood on the land we are on right now—it was a time—a time before the moon itself. That being said, after the Proselenes, were the precursor's, a lesser known set of creatures that took over. They underwent the same tineline humans did, progressing through, reaching stages like agriculture and industrial, before long, they managed to harness elements undiscovered by humans via the uses of the new glowing orb in the sky, you know, the moon. A grand spectacle for what they saw it as.
But, alas, everything must eventually come to an end, so before the civilisation underwent their strange immovable force of extinction, they preserved the perfect entity for the future, to go on and thrive in wherever—or more specifically—whenever they ended up. She had the most potential, and was beloved by the majority and the upper-elites.
Fast forward a few centuries later, stands the 21st century. No longer ran rampant by the precursor's, but instead regular old humans, already unknowingly heading towards their very own extinction. The preserved entity who once layed dormant and waiting, would finally be released, into the wild, no guide, but with her own sense of independence, it wasn't all about survival for her however. What needed to happen. Was what should have happened all those years ago. Prevent absolute mass extinction.