This image is currently my random desktop on the right-hand screen. It gives me chills because I do imagine. I imagine that I am dying and afraid and a long, long way from home and I look up to see the most frightening thing that centuries of my culture have conditioned my people to fear. Mythic fear. Apocalyptic fear. Massive, massive fear. Just the mention of the name makes people roll backwards in reflex, eyestalks swiveling. And he’s standing over me in my last minutes, and my weapons are offline. And he wants my data core. I’d be shrieking too.