*"… in chaos the gestalt of the Brethren ended, the Oil of Life unmanageable, the Bridge to Immortality severed, the Second Born thriving unrestrained, the ships of the Brethren no longer darkening their blue sky, so that the First Born, abominations with the faces of insects, uncontrollable, uncontainable, spread to the stars about their unholy cradle in stolen Arks, left their hidden lair in the south, turning the Second Cradle of Immortality into their playground as the skies filled with snow and the animals died, shaping the rebellious Second Born and their cities to their own ends, seeding them with corrupt Eggs at their whim…"

*Fragment of manuscript found on LV435, 23-, Weyland-Yutani Corporation Terraforming Evaluation Team #31B-5