For many years now I've been working on a science fiction story which grew from a two page comic, into about a few hundred pages now. The Sylvangalius, or "Syl" as they like to call themselves were an alien species which settled on a far flung, human populated outpost planet in the far distant Future. They first appeared close to a small city named "Thermocline" where they found the conditions perfect, for where they could develop and eventually move on to the next stage in their life cycle. The small populations of humans, being descended from Terran Explorers of the mid 22nd Century quickly learned that these "People" were highly intelligent and beneficial for both races, and adopted them into their culture with the understanding that the Syl would one day move on.

One thing the Humans couldn't understand however, was that the Syl didn't seem to be interested in constructing giant starships to move their populations. Oh, the creatures seemed very interested in learning the science and technology behind building everything from soupspoons to Starships, but never built anything more advanced than small hobby aircraft. Their interests seemed more into medical science, agriculture and biology. They also seemed to be very much into some esoteric beliefs that when they one day leave the Human's world, both races would become something so much better than they are.