![]() ![]() These are men glamorous as comets, trailing fame in fire-tails. Into the Circle come the spacemen themselves, in shiny titanium pressure suits, oversize helmets under their arms. Monsters will be humanely destroyed, with the possible exception of scientific capture of one or two types for the Zooeum. Full pictures and information across the twenty-two geo-cities of the Central Power by tomorrow morning. ![]() summit planned between the Central Power, Eastern Caliphate, and our friends in the SinoMosco Pact. For a moment, there it is, in handwriting that nobody can read, slanting under the images of Planet Blue - She is all States, all Princes I. He compares us to the men who found the Indies, the Americas, the Arctic Circle he becomes emotional, he reaches for a line of poetry. The Central Power has funded the space mission for hundreds of years, and it is understood that any discoveries belong to us. Flags, carpets, flowers, flunkeys, hitmen, pressmen, frontmen, back-up, support, medics, techies, crew, rig, lights, sound, real-time, archive, relay, vox-pop, popcorn, polish, makeup, dust-down, ready, green - GO. The President's cavalcade has reached the Circle. They are the aura of the city: emblem and warning, its halo and shield. Look in the light - the slight shimmer is their long energy. The laser-gates, which look so solid, appear and disappear, like the wall that rings the city, a visible and invisible sign of progress and power. The arches stand like angels, their wings folded back against the lesser lights or the skyline. ![]() Through the golden arches that are the city gates, the President of the Central Power is arriving. 'That's right, winning numbers all the way.' It will mean a better quality of life for everyone - the ones who leave, and the ones who stay.' A new planet means that we can begin to redistribute ourselves. We have limited natural resources at our disposal, and a rising population that is by no means in agreement as to how our world as a whole should share out these remaining resources. The interviewer nods and smiles vigorously. We've had a lot of brilliant successes here on Orbus - well, we are the success story of the universe, aren't we? I mean to say, no other planet hosts human life.' The new planet offers us the opportunity to do things differently. 'Can you tell viewers how the new planet will affect their lives?' 'Yes, Every Day a New Day.' (As we say in Enhancement.) Everyone has to do that some time or other, sooner or later, it's only natural. Through all the bright-formed rocks that jewel the sky, we searched until we found the one we will call home. We are running out of planet and we have found a new one. The best chance we have had since life began. We are here today to witness the chance of a lifetime. This is a very exciting, and very reassuring, day. Are there minerals? Is there gold? What's the weather like? Does it rain a lot? Has anyone tried the fish? Are there any humans? No, there are not any humans. Moss that is concentrating on being green.Ī man pushes forward with a microphone - 'And is there oxygen?' Yes, there is. Spores that wait for the wind and never look back. A crack like a cut, and inside a million million microbes wondering what to do next. Eggs, pale-blue-shelled, each the weight of a breaking universe.Īnd, underneath, mushrooms soft and small as a mouse ear. Sardines that would take two men to land them. Grass the height of hedges, nuts the swell of pumpkins. Trees like skyscrapers, and housing as many. On the white sand there are long-toed clawprints deep as nightmares, and there are rock pools in hand-hollows finned by invisible fish. There are leaves that have grown as big as cities, and there are birds that nest in cockleshells. But everything is trial-size tread-on-me tiny or blurred-out-of-focus huge. ![]()
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