She planted each planet with markers. Holographic recorders, set in stone. Databanks that would record everything on a planet, from the first seedlings and her steps there, to generations of Future Descendants. Everything would be beamed back, on asteroids working as satellites: Holographic storage demarcators. When each civilization raised its eyes to the stars, they would see themselves, their history, their lives staring back at them. And when each civilization dug in to the ground, the past, they would find these demarcation lines. Their dead, staring back up at them.
Time almost ended, she thought to herself. I need them to know why they are where they are. And what’s possible. If they learn to work together.