“Go back where you came from” is a common phrase used by far too many towards immigrants and refugees. It is the fear, hatred and distrust of The Other. This hatred seems to be particularly sharp toward certain groups of refugees, those who have traveled hundreds of miles to escape war or privation, turning up at a distant border, seeking to rebuild their lives elsewhere.
But what if you can’t go where you came from? What if your entire home planet—Earth—and others have been turned from habitable worlds to extremely strange and warped works of “art”? And, after a miracle ends the threat of worlds destroyed, there are precious decades of peace during which people no longer have a “go bag” packed in case the enemy should show up? Peace to the point that you have not forgotten, but you have relaxed somewhat from the existential day to day terrors? A small peace, fragile, but peace nonetheless.