| Probability | Text |
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| 95% | This is the beginning of a war. | ▶️ |
| 89% | This is P. Rose, a space soldier from the planet of your galaxy. I fully realize our language differences. However, I also know you finally have perfected the digital literature. Or as you on Earth call it, the language you do. So you can now understand that which I speak. Since the beginning of your time, we have been far beyond your planet. It has taken you centuries to even grasp what we developed eons of your years ago. Do you still believe it impossible we exist? You didn't actually think you were the only inhabited planet in the universe. How can any race be so stupid? Permit me to set your mind at ease. You don't have to conquer your planet. Only save it. We could have destroyed it long ago if that had been our aim. Our principal purpose is friendly. I admit we had to take certain means, but you might refer to us as coming. But that is because of your big guns which have destroyed some of our representatives. If you persist in denying us all our language, then we must only accept that you do not want us on friendly terms. We then have no alternative but to destroy you before you destroy us. | ▶️ |
| 94% | The beginning is a very delicate time. Know then that it is the year 10,191. The known universe is ruled by the Patishaw Emperor Shaddam IV, my father. In this time, the most precious substance in the universe is the Spice Melange. The Spice extends life. The Spice expands consciousness. The Spice is vital to space travel. The Spacing Guild and its navigators, whom the Spice has mutated over 4000 years, use the orange spice gas, which gives them the ability to fold space. That is, travel to any part of the universe without moving. Oh yes, I forgot to tell you. The Spice exists on only one planet in the entire universe. A desolate, dry planet with vast deserts. Hidden away within the rocks of these deserts are a people known as the Fremen, who have long held a prophecy that a man would come, a Messiah, who would lead them to true freedom. The planet is Arrakis, also known as... | ▶️ |
| 93% | The beginning is a very delicate time. Know then that it is the year 10,191. The known universe is ruled by the Patishaw Emperor Shaddam IV, my father. In this time, the most precious substance in the universe is the Spice Melange. The Spice extends life. The Spice expands consciousness. The Spice is vital to space travel. The Spacing Guild and its navigators, whom the Spice has mutated over 4000 years, use the orange spice gas, which gives them the ability to fold space. That is, travel to any part of the universe without moving. Oh yes, I forgot to tell you. The Spice exists on only one planet in the entire universe. A desolate, dry planet with vast deserts. Hidden away within the rocks of these deserts are a people known as the Fremen, who have long held a prophecy that a man would come, a Messiah, who would lead them to true freedom. The planet is Arrakis, also known as... | ▶️ |
| 94% | This is the beginning | ▶️ |
| 90% | This is the real weepy and like tragic part of the story beginning. All my brothers and only friends. | ▶️ |
