From the sky upwards everything was a red so lacking in light that it hung heavy. An isolating glob sphere container for the death world Ukatrax, home of the Ukatraxians, the dominant life form of Ukatrax. Who built their cities with compressing green and miscalculated maths. Their habitats were stacked above one another without function. Their only design was a hole in which to throw away the bones of their children. Each mile of bodies would indicate a dead slave generation. The smell of history's rotting dust was Ukatrax's most celebrated aroma. We are dead forever.