The Message got here; we must trace its origins.

But, what
happens to the cosmic limit of motion? Is it a construe of our
biology, or is it a description of nature? We will forge into the
stars nevertheless.
Out on an odyssey for a cure to a stricken race, endless moments
in the void, frozen clocks, away from reality, threats of cosmic
collisions becoming inevitable, our droid should take it.
Proximus remains the most fortified of its time with a power to
withstand a 150m boulder at 15Gs. It's undoubtedly a monster
with thrusters.
Sojourning into the deep, ''something'' kept us from plunging
further. In a sea of delirium, we slowly drowned. "Are we going
to keep chasing our tails or are we following its trail?" The
Emissary clearly warned of insidious second guessing thoughts
like these, & i wasn't prepared to let it ruin our mission, a little
sacrifice would eventually have to be made for the greater good.
At this point i just wondered, "The Demiurge who let all these
chaos out, did good to keep false hope in the eternal."