eat. A small, yet highly concentrated liquid of vitamins, minerals, and energy that could not only sustain a human being in regular functions, but also increase his or her mental and physical output. A human being could survive off of stimpacks alone for almost a full year, at least that was the record set in a scientific study a few years prior. After three hundred and forty-nine days of stimpacks alone, the test subject died of a brain aneurysm. It was concluded that lack of food and nutrients was not the cause of death, but rather the strenuous output on the cerebrum caused by the concentrated potency of a pure stimpack diet.
The team would be required to work through the first twenty-four hours straight with only a single one-hour break at the eighteen-hour mark.
The crew shuffled out behind the round man who waddled ahead like a duck. They walked through long corridors within the ship, passing other blocks where teams assembled to begin work on whatever tasks and missions they may have been assigned to.
Finally reaching a large blast door, the fat man turned to face his crew. “You guys ready?” he asked with his cheeks rolling up like a soft, squishy dough.
The crowd cheered in excitement. Ness had butterflies in his stomach. This was it--halfway across the galaxy to establish a new world, a new home.
He glanced down towards his younger brother who had his eyes clenched shut. He was gripping the cross he wore around his neck as if someone were about to snatch it away. It was a gift from their mother just before they left. She always was quite religious, though Ness never was. He figured it best not to discredit the symbol that his younger brother wore in comfort--better to just leave him be in peace.
No loving god would ever allow the series of events that plagued the earth to ever happen in the first place, he thought.
The doors slowly raised, allowing light to shine through into the ship. The crowd covered their eyes in blindness. They had not directly seen a sun in quite some time.
A comforting, warm draft of heat blew in with dust and dirt. They had been in space for a long time and not only was it dark in space, but it was also tremendously cold. So the extreme heat felt incredible to Ness as he regained sight and stepped out into the world. Red mountains in the distance cut into the sky of scattered clouds, crafting a landscape of bright, vibrant colors.
“You smell that?” Ness asked taking in a deep breath.
“Dirt?” his little brother joked.
“No man, fresh air. Not that recycled crap we breathed on the ship, but clean natural air!”
The sun was setting in the desert valley. A sky of pink light grew increasingly darker with every minute that passed by.
“How are we going to work through the night in the dark?” A woman, ahead of the two boys, asked her friend in a tone of concern.
“The carrier has spotlights all along the side of it,” her friend answered while pointed back to the ship.
A Humvee ran yellow tape ahead, laying out their designated dig sight before moving on to taper off another crew’s assigned work zone nearby.
A large, two legged mech, clunky in motion, maneuvered towards them stopping just shy of the dig site. Twenty feet high, this was no militarized mech, rather is was equipped with drills used to soften the soil and make it easier for civilians to dig. A wobbly vehicle such as this, looking like it could fall apart at any minute, would never meet the high standards of military use. But civilian based construction was a fitting purpose for the old hunk of outdated manmade technology.
***
Leon sat perched against a boulder as he filed his report on the events from the day. As he typed away on the thin transparent piece of glass, he watched an abundance of entryways open releasing thousands of civilians from New Horizon. Like water from a levy system, they poured out and spread in front of the massive vessel.
“Looks like they are wasting little time in
The team would be required to work through the first twenty-four hours straight with only a single one-hour break at the eighteen-hour mark.
The crew shuffled out behind the round man who waddled ahead like a duck. They walked through long corridors within the ship, passing other blocks where teams assembled to begin work on whatever tasks and missions they may have been assigned to.
Finally reaching a large blast door, the fat man turned to face his crew. “You guys ready?” he asked with his cheeks rolling up like a soft, squishy dough.
The crowd cheered in excitement. Ness had butterflies in his stomach. This was it--halfway across the galaxy to establish a new world, a new home.
He glanced down towards his younger brother who had his eyes clenched shut. He was gripping the cross he wore around his neck as if someone were about to snatch it away. It was a gift from their mother just before they left. She always was quite religious, though Ness never was. He figured it best not to discredit the symbol that his younger brother wore in comfort--better to just leave him be in peace.
No loving god would ever allow the series of events that plagued the earth to ever happen in the first place, he thought.
The doors slowly raised, allowing light to shine through into the ship. The crowd covered their eyes in blindness. They had not directly seen a sun in quite some time.
A comforting, warm draft of heat blew in with dust and dirt. They had been in space for a long time and not only was it dark in space, but it was also tremendously cold. So the extreme heat felt incredible to Ness as he regained sight and stepped out into the world. Red mountains in the distance cut into the sky of scattered clouds, crafting a landscape of bright, vibrant colors.
“You smell that?” Ness asked taking in a deep breath.
“Dirt?” his little brother joked.
“No man, fresh air. Not that recycled crap we breathed on the ship, but clean natural air!”
The sun was setting in the desert valley. A sky of pink light grew increasingly darker with every minute that passed by.
“How are we going to work through the night in the dark?” A woman, ahead of the two boys, asked her friend in a tone of concern.
“The carrier has spotlights all along the side of it,” her friend answered while pointed back to the ship.
A Humvee ran yellow tape ahead, laying out their designated dig sight before moving on to taper off another crew’s assigned work zone nearby.
A large, two legged mech, clunky in motion, maneuvered towards them stopping just shy of the dig site. Twenty feet high, this was no militarized mech, rather is was equipped with drills used to soften the soil and make it easier for civilians to dig. A wobbly vehicle such as this, looking like it could fall apart at any minute, would never meet the high standards of military use. But civilian based construction was a fitting purpose for the old hunk of outdated manmade technology.
***
Leon sat perched against a boulder as he filed his report on the events from the day. As he typed away on the thin transparent piece of glass, he watched an abundance of entryways open releasing thousands of civilians from New Horizon. Like water from a levy system, they poured out and spread in front of the massive vessel.
“Looks like they are wasting little time in
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