Mistaken Identity
For one hundred years there was no human history. After the return of the Andromedians what humanity survived was too busy fighting to survive or toiling in slavery to be bothered much about recording their suffering or speculating on how it would be remembered, or even if it would be remembered at all.
Only when a man claiming to be Kerr Avon persuaded the occupants of the darkling zone that the invaders were a worst option than humanity did human history start to matter once more. Only after their fleets stormed out of the unexplored regions and drove the invaders back behind the defence shield did it begin again. Or at least begin to be talked of again, which is after all the same thing. But once human history resumed there was one question that intrigued the researchers.
This question had been a central one since the day the man claiming to be Kerr Avon returned to Earth and set his ever-present companion Orac search for an answer to it, to the Sleer question. The man who claimed to be Kerr Avon lived another two hundred years but he never found the answer to that question, and in the three hundred years since then Orac has still found no answer.
Yet the answer exists.
On the edge of the galaxy is a world of silver and gold that lives in permanent precariousness at the edge of a black hole. It is held there by the power of its gods and the strength of chance, yet it's history almost ended too, the day that the Andromedians returned. For it was on that day that the gods power failed and the fall to crushing darkness began.
For a short while it seemed that all would end, but the power of the people's prayers was great and just before the point of no return was passed the gods sent one of their number to aid the faithful. She was beautiful and terrible to behold for her hands spit death to those unbelievers who would have opposed her and she and strode into the hall of the gods without fear, her acolytes trailing in her wake. She dwells there still, the people know this, for the power returned and the fall was halted, balance was restored.
No doubt one day she will leave as the others have, though they cannot ask for the doors of the hall of the gods are sealed again and the people are forbidden to enter. The goddess dwells alone with her servants as it is written it should be. They pray to her though and hope that her light burns as fierce and bright as it did that day for all the days of their children.