text: I lived a fairly normal, if boring, life. Decent job and a small apartment within walking distance of work. I was walking to work one morning when a car hopped the curb and hit me at 35 MPH. I was rushed to the hospital and placed in the ICU with multiple fractures, a punctured lung, and internal bleeding. I was declared dead at 10:07 AM but woke up in the morgue at 11:02 AM. As soon as I woke, memories came flooding back and I opened the plastic covering me and sat up on the gurney I was laying on. I found some cloths in the next room, got dressed and left. They will be looking for me soon, if they aren't already. They always do. &#x200B; Lets go back to the beginning. My race arrived at Earth 66 million years ago, looking for a planet to harvest resources from. We found the planet full of life, but not the kind we could manipulate to achieve our goals so we sent an explosive to cause a mass extinction event. Our race is very patient and long lived, I suppose immortal is the wrong word to use. We genetically engineered ourselves to heal quickly and found a way to shut off our cells suicide gene. We waited for new, primate, life to emerge and started our forced evolution about 6 million years ago when a suitable species arose. &#x200B; Over the next few million years, the genetic engineers evolved the species into slave races to help extract the resources we needed. I arrived about 10 thousand years ago as an overseer of what is now North America. Originally several species evolved for labor, and this was my first assignment. I was surprised by what I found when I arrived. The species were sentient. I was expecting primitive creatures that simply followed commands, much like humans did with dogs. I went along with the status quo for a while (200 years) until the dissent over using sentient beings grew too much for the High Council to ignore. We were told all resource planets had sentient labor as it was the most efficient. The engineers would evolve primates to the point of sentience so they could follow more complex directions easier. This meant there were dozens of worlds with sentient slaves gathering resources. &#x200B; The revolt began about 100 years later. The slaves chose sides as well with most following their masters. What would later become modern humans joined with us. They were evolved to have a larger brain for higher tasks then other species. The was short. We took control of the mother ship anchored in the pacific and were forced to kill the High Council and their followers. Most of the species that follow them took high casualties and did not survive long, going extinct other then the stray gene that went into modern humans from inter-breeding. &#x200B; We each maintained control of our respective districts, gaining new ones as well. I was given control over South America as well. We had minimal interference after that, staying mainly in the mother ship and occasionally visiting with the humans. I sometimes look back and wish we had simply left. Some did, we all had ships capable of opening portals to other parts of the universe. Those that did went to other resource planets to try and free them. Those of us that stayed mainly watched to prevent extinction level events. We were worshiped as gods by early humans, our ships seen as chariots in the sky, thunder birds, even dragons. Eventually wars were waged in the name of the "gods", at which point we decided that if man saw us as gods, we should convince them there is only one, and hoped that would quell the religious wars. Some refused that concept, and others took it to mean their god was the one true god. Wars continued, as did slavery, which must have been ingrained in humans from their time as slaved and during the "War of the Gods" that freed them. We all agreed that we must not interfere with humans evolution any more then we already had. Since humans looked like us (that was why we always chose planets with primates) we could live among them. Those that chose to leave took the mother ship and all our technology with them, leaving us stranded on Earth until human technology reached the point of ours, which is highly unlikely as most species that get to space, destroy themselves before learning to open and control wormholes and get to advanced genetic manipulation. As far as we know, we are the only race to achieve this, since we have not found any others and have explored 60 percent of the universe (as of my arrival on Earth). &#x200B; Three times we were tempted to intervene. The Spanish Flu, World War I, and World War II. We finally did intervene, or rather I did, as I was living among the Americans. I assisted in the creation of the atom bomb, a decision I have come to regret, though someone else may have developed it without my help anyways. Soon after the US Government got a hold of one of our ships. It crashed in New Mexico in the 1950's and they got several technological advances. I had been helping the US in a consultant role, never giving them enough knowledge to get far, but the crash changed everything. They learned how to make the warheads smaller but deadlier, rudimentary genetic manipulation, computers, and lasers. Other technology, like wormhole creation, was too badly damaged for them to salvage and recreate. They did learn memory manipulation though, and started the experiments with me, wiping my memories and replacing them with new ones, though they could never completely remove memories, and after I would "die" their work was always undone so they kept a close eye on me. Now I am on the run, it seems they slipped up, and I got my break after 60 years of waiting. Now to see if humans destroy themselves, or become their creators.