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The Fair New World |
JOHN PIERCE STOOD by the commemorative plaque and looked over the plain below him. He saw the great city of New Denver stretching out to fill the entire valley, even working its way into the cuts and crevices of the surrounding mountains, and up onto the feet of those vertical giants. His heart welled inside him at the sight.
Here is where the white settlers first landed five hundred years ago. Then it was an overly hot, dead planet, complete with a large ocean but little oxygen in the air. They had come prepared however, and soon they seeded the ocean with life from earth. A kick start of the ocean was made possible by the little plankton , who multiplied rapidly and, in conjunction with the plants growing across the land surface, from the robot-assisted large scale planting project which followed, converted the carbon dioxide atmosphere to a breathable oxygen gas. As a result the temperature dropped and it finally became possible to abandon the pioneer domes to live right out in the open.
The latter waves of white immigrants, driven spaceward by the harsh anti-white feelings back on Earth, brought many types of animals, using frozen fetuses to increase the animal population more rapidly. Today there were lush green meadows populated with goats and deer, tall forests where squirrels would climb and birds would flutter from branch to branch.
Two hundred years ago, when it became possible to leave the domes behind, an explosion of relocation took place and the white faces became common on all points of the globe. Life, unchained and free, on a planet once alien and dead, was now a reality. John was overcome with pride that his people had made it happen. Sure there was more to do, but cities like New Denver had sprung up all over this continent. Many brave souls had even crossed the ocean to the other continents and were living the lives of hermits, while softening up the land for those who would follow. One day those lands would be populated just like this one has been.
John looked down at the plaque and read it once again.
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THIS VALLEY WAS THE POINT WHERE MAN FIRST SET FOOT ON THE PLANET VALHALLAH. HERE THE FIRST DOME WAS BUILT AND THE FIRST SETTLEMENT WAS ESTABLISHED. FROM THIS VALLEY MAN HAS NOW SPREAD TO EVERY CONTINENT AND WILL NO DOUBT SOMEDAY REACH ONCE AGAIN TO THE STARS. WE OWE IT ALL TO THE HARDY WHITE SETTLERS WHO BROUGHT LIFE TO THIS ONCE DEAD WORLD. |
His people had come to this planet. They had escaped the chaos which old Earth had become and moved out to the stars. Behind them they had left the other races who had always seemed to hang on to the white race, like parasites, while all the while hating their hosts. Perhaps they too will now be more happy now that the white man has reached his destined home, his Valhalla.
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