I stood at the window, looking out into the blackness of space. It was an empty and silent , with me alone. I looked at the view screen and watched the sun slowly rotating against the vast darkness. I had been alone so long that I almost forgot what it was like to be with people.


 After seeing Earth pass in front of us, I made the conscious decision that I would do whatever it took to get back to Earth's solar system; I needed to see the ground. I needed to see the vegetation and animals that were now thriving on this world again.



I looked around the small cabin; all it really was was a cabin on the side of the ship made of metal and stone surrounding me. I was born here and would probably die here. So many people had already died here, and we were only a few light years out of Earth's solar system.




My parents were part of the crew's original colonists; they were part of the reason I was standing in this cabin on the side of the ship. I was born on the ship when my parents were three light years out of Earth's solar system and I would probably die when we reached the wormhole at the edge of the solar system.



My parents talked with great stories of Earth. They spoke of the wonderful plants and animals, oceans and deserts, and most of all, the wealth of land and the mass of untouched resources. To hear my parent's tell it, the world was pure paradise.




 They spoke of the years of struggle, the wars, and how hard it was to grow food. I wanted to see it for myself; I wanted to see the world they had told me about.

I knew what they were saying was true, though. I saw great photographs of Earth, also. I saw it from some distance, from a great distance, actually. I saw the clouds as they flowed across the Earth in great masses; I saw the oceans and the deserts and the great plains of old Earth. 




I saw the humans rushing about, growing crops and harvesting animals. I saw the great power of the modern world, with great cities and the bullet trains. I saw a beautiful and remarkable world. In those pictures, it was a lot like the pictures of technicolor dreamscapes that fill the fantasies of many kids out there. It would be nice to have one, but unfortunately it was nothing like the pictures presented to my parents, or to me.


I remember the day I looked at the Earth from a great distance. I was sitting on a small foot-pedal stool in the crew's cargo bay, looking at the large, blue planet that surrounded us. I was alone at the foot-pedal stool. The bay was empty of cargo and full of people, who were sitting on the floor talking and laughing or playing with their children, looking out the large window into space.




 I sat staring at the planet on the screen, at the mass of life, at the leafy green tops of the massive buildings and trees, at the great strips of green running through the megalopolis. The buildings were so massive; they could hold thousands of people per structure on the top levels.



 The cars looked small and tiny as they raced across the surface of the planet, moving people and cargo, along with the trains and the airships. The animal and plant life was thick and rich, filling up the entire planet. The people and cargo never stopped flowing, almost like there was some great power inside the planet and outside the solar system pulling them away, slowly, but they were moving quickly.



 I could already see some people in the pictures building massive ships with giant chemical rockets propelling the massive vehicles. I saw ships hundreds of kilometers long and hundreds of meters across. I saw the ships being built in spaceports and being launched out of the atmoshere.



 My eyes grew wider, my mouth hung open, as I watched the transports on the Earth take off from the surface, using massive chemical engines to overpower the acceleration of their large mass. The hundreds of people and cargo ships blasted off into space, with the World Federation's fleet in pursuit.




I was slowly pulled out of my thoughts as the door to the cargo bay opened. Two figures walked in, and one of them motioned behind them. I could hear the whisper of voices, someone is coming, and it sounded like they were not approving of their arrival. 



I looked over at them as they came through the door and stood beside me. I saw two people standing beside me. The first was a tall man, and he was looking down at me with a stern face. The next person was a woman, and she was looking at me with a very kind smile. My heart grew heavy, as I wondered who these people were and why they had come to the cargo bay, which I thought was public.




The tall man spoke, "He" he said, using the pronoun for a male, "did not take the med, and he shall be punished." The woman looked at him in anguish, "He was only a child," she said, "he was never to have the shot, so they said." I looked at her as her eyes looked at me, 'How is it that they let you here today,' she thought, 'I wonder if they will send him away to die or if they will take pity on him'.




The tall man looked at her, "I could care less how old he is," he said, "when they fail to take the meds they will know the consequence." He walked towards me, and he dropped his fist on the chair. The chair smashed into pieces and my feet were now standing on the floor. I was looking at him, looking at the man who was in search of my parents and my blood. A voice in my head led me to think of the consequences, of being killed for having the mind of an adult and the body of a child. I reached for the necklace I always wore on a few strands of blue stone, hidden by a special cloth, and I looked at the front of the necklace to look at the picture on a light-sensitive material that one of the crew members had made for me.



 I remembered the man in the picture, an old man with a white beard, and his blue eyes, who gave me the necklace. I put it around my neck and looked up at the tall man. He looked at me with a stern face, like what one might expect from a parent to a child, but it was not the same. 



I was not his child, I was a child of the crew, but something was different, something I could not put my finger on.


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