[A hooded one:] "These are the most promising
planetary systems according to Drail's equation.
Do you have a specific
preference Primus?"
[Cendor:] "Tell me about this solar system".
[A hooded one:] "It has twelve planets and its position is
I/IV/V"
[Cendor:] "Perfect! Of course we will have to wait several circles
if we want also to transport matter from Ahrem, in
order
to implant it on its system.
However this is not our prime concern for the time being".
Indeed the need for drastic
measures was eminent.
Time was running out, and the people knew it.
Their number was growing beyond control.
This once vast place
was overpopulated.
The ethereal dome was not visible anymore from
the surface of the planet. The shape of the stars
was in
disguise, distorted from the billions of lights
that were beamed from the flying architectonic mazes.
There, in close orbit, were
the quarters of the elite
hovering on the waves of their poisonous gas clouds.
A lot of suggestions were expressed on the last 100
circles.
Almost all, concerned the colonisation of the nearest planets.
But there was a big problem to solve. The inhabitants
of
Ahrem were not completely autonomous entities,
but body parts of the planet. In a sense They, were the planet!
Any attempt to
send away the secure perimeter a sole organism,
would mean its certain death.
As the accident in Ambere revealed, there were also
some
other suggestions for the problem, less complicated...
But they didn't worked out as planed. Then came Cendor,
with a more
ethical and discreet solution.
[Cendor:] "Let's send them there, on the blue planet"!