Extant Resolution

 

     Our descendants set the scope of their time machine to a series of certain points seeding portions of the universe with in-utero clones of themselves, with a closed-loop system of endless variations inherent to their genetic code.  

     It turns out the joke's on them.  Rather than the successful time travel they had hoped for, they became the very Gods exiled from their own progeniture. The fact They can know nothing of us should not be considered ironic.  

     The irony lies in us even beginning to suspect They might exist.  And so our destiny has been set. We will persist chasing after our fate until some day in the distant future we too will await in vain for our own progeny to arrive only to never hear them knock on our door.

Second Exodus

   The Phaetonites were an advanced civilization which existed on a dwarf planet that was fifth from their life giving Star.  The habitable zone which encircled their Star in a vast ring encompassed most of the area in between the fourth and sixth planets of that system.   As in the formation of most solar systems, this widespread zone was heavily populated by many small planetoids and a higher frequency of interceding comets and asteroids.

   It came to pass that the Phaetonites loved astronomy the most, and had devised advanced forms of telescopes with which to examine carefully their solar surroundings.  Their scientists had discovered a particular large asteroid heading towards them in a trajectory which was bound to collide with their own planet at a certain date in the future.

   They had long known about the cause and nature of their habitable zone, and knew it to be gradually shrinking over an extended period of time.  They knew that eventually it would recede entirely away from their location in space, to accommodate the fourth planet of their system, named Warszawa.

   The story of their timely escape from Phaeton brought this advanced race to Warszawa, where they were forced to start everything over again.  They lived upon this fourth planet for many generations, preserving their way of life and science, finally bringing themselves to the height of advanced civilization once again.

   But they knew their habitable zone would not last, and that it continued to shrink. They foresaw that it would ultimately leave the confines of their second home, and recede even closer to their great Star.

   So they planned very carefully for another exodus.  Having gone through a similar one before, they were better prepared than ever. The future of their race depended upon yet another successful skip over to the next planet, the third one from their Star.

   They were presented with a new challenge, however.  Their scientists' highly sensitive data mining technology determined that the third planet was not going to benefit from the habitable zone quite in the same way that they needed for  their particular biology.  After all, this planet was of a different size, and the cosmic energy ratios from their Star to this planet were different.   So they set upon the completion of an unprecedented task.

   One of their greatest scientists was a mathematician and architect named Salamanus.  He proposed that if a satellite of a particular mass were set about the third planet, it would result in tilting the planet's axis just the required degree to fine tune its relation to the Star within the new habitable zone.  They worked extremely hard for many years perfecting the design of this giant plumb bob, fashioned of iron.  They were able to launch it into space piece after piece, and reassemble it in orbit, and repositioned it to their future home, before beginning their long-awaited migration to safety there.

   And that is the story, in a nutshell, of the man who made the moon and the origins of the human race.