A Greater Generation

Time. Time was one of the many things we were running out of. Oil fields ran dry, and we couldn’t produce enough biofuel to keep prices stable, and people happy. Constant wars over pointless ideology, and political differences, right when we should have been using those differences to solve our problems. To quote a well known rapper. ‘We set the world ablaze, with fossil fuel we bought.’ It’s kind of sad, to see how far we fell, just when we thought maybe things would be alright, but no. That is precisely when the world fell apart. Now, it’s one man’s job, not to rebuild it, but to forge a new world. One where we can work together, and maybe, just maybe, we won’t fuck it up this time.

The year was 2467. Earth was dying, and humanity killed it, but we refused to be taken down with our sinking ship. The G7 nations Canada, France, Germany, Italy, Japan, the United Kingdom, and the United States, pooled every last dollar, euro, and yen they could, and gathered every physicist, astronomer, and engineer they knew how to find, so they could leave Earth behind, knowing that they would be abandoning the people who couldn’t leave with them. While they got it to work, however, it would take just over two centuries to get to what we could only assume at the time was a habitable planet, if it turned out not to be habitable, all aboard what would be later known as the U.H.R. Bedtime Story, would have to live aboard it for the rest of their lives, or until a hospitable new home could be found. Fortunately it never came to that. This is the story of Alexander Nelson, a human who was chosen to lead the remnants of our shattered race, back to their former glory, one step at a time.

2682, Human Ship 001

It was time. Humanity was being awakened,...

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...zed her. “That’s impossible! The odds that they’d even have tongues are virtually non-existent!”
“Yeah, yeah. So you have the translation all figured out?” Alex asked, fiddling with an earpiece.
“Yeah, the earpiece also emits a small EM field that’ll allow them understand you as well.” Celeste explained.
“Wonderful, and the suit?”
“Exquisite, darling.” She said, using the most upper class english speaking accent in her database. “I’d say you’re ready to start the show.”
“I think I am. How do we signal them?”
“... Like this.” Celeste replied before disappearing, and reappearing with what essentially equated to digital fireworks, before sending them all to the sky in a beautiful show of electric embers. Alex didn’t get long to gawk at the show, however, because another light shot into the air, this one from a castle balcony, from the pure white woman on the mountain.