You can call me Fos1. I'm an old guy, a little worn, but not too much. I have been around long enough to remember a time, long, long, ago when some people had pet rocks, not everyone, just the chosen few. Why would anyone want a rock? They can't talk, don't make noise, can't eat, but, they don't stink. That's a lot of don'ts and can'ts. But, think about it. They (the rocks) have all been around a long time, longer than us, and just might carry untold eons of knowledge. Some old timers say, "Imagine what the old redwood trees have seen. They were around before the Revolution!" Think of a Joshua tree, they are thousands of years old. Even thousands of years is young for a rock. Imagine what rocks have seen.
No, I'm not Fos Prime, I'm just Fos1. Fos Prime is a beautiful, rainbow collored, rounded and somewhat shiny rock that some say was here at the beginning. Most rocks as old as 'Prime don't have color. But 'Prime has seen so much and been so many places that it wears the colors of the ages.
The adventure begins...