The Colonies

It was long ago, before the first colonies, before the dawn of civilisation, before we, the dead, died, that the form of humanity's colonies was set.

There have been changes, modifications, unions and collapses, yet the basis remains.

The centre is the star, origin of nearly all energy and around which all colonists orbit.

Closest to the star reside the Venergy.

Once they were simply a company, Venus Energy, the largest owner of solar satellite platforms around our first star.

They held all of Venus and loaned technology to many more.

They were the primary backers for the first colony fleets.

Now they are a community, a culture, a people.

It is they who feed power to any colony.

Should the system have a habitable planet, humans will live here, generating a new ecosystem with selected plants and animals.

These are most often called the Habito, and at the majority population in any system.

They can feed the rest of the system, but also gather energy and materials.

The planet is circled by rings of the planet-station, wound to the world by the spires- grand tall structures like mighty tree trunks, moving power, materials, food, air, and people, between system and planet.

Beyond the station orbit platforms- large rotating cylinders much like the original colony fleet. 

One maybe the original. 

Some may be new colony fleets being built.

All beyond the Habito zone belongs to the Coald. 

They were once a great family, mining the asteroids and planets beyond the majesty of Mars, keeping away from the jurisdiction of the Saturn Fraternity.

They left with the colony fleets in the hope of forging a mining empire to compete with those that challenged them at home.

They are still a family, of sorts.

They mine the debris of the system, gathering any resources humans can use.

To this end they maintain a variety of technology, most notably the Golems.

Being so far from the star and Habito, they are also the only people allowed to build and use the ancient technology of fusion reactors- dangerous, yet necessary.

They are also the first line of defence against anyone who might wish to raid or make war upon the system.

Today, beyond the system are also the Enlightenment.

The all 10 original colonies, along with the 2 that were replaced, signed the agreement.

Having, long ago, made war upon Earth, they have taken it upon themselves to act as messengers and teachers, travelling between the colonies.

Their Scholar-Fleets travel from a College of an Enlightened Colony, out towards the edge of the Ken, visiting any system that signals them.

Thus humanity can stay connected, technology and research shared, the development of colonies monitored and encourage all to work towards building new colony-fleets.

The Enlightened are not always "just", not always "fair", but they have always kept we, the dead, from dying, and enabled humanity to spread.

Nothing can stop humanity.

The Galaxy is Ours.

Johnson Alxi's Last Morning of Freedom

The black absorbed the light into infinity. Only pin pricks of light shone in the dark, other systems, old, new, undiscovered. A trillion trillion people out there, floating in the Ken. Was there anyone beyond? Who knew? Who cared? Just another day, another denarii.

Alxi  didn't see the new light, larger than most, moving closer.

The apartment included nearly everything Alxi needed. It's floor was transparent, the ceiling lights shining out into space. In one corner sat the long forgotten bed, in another his occupied Golem Control Sphere, the unit that allowed his control of the ginormous mining suits. The giant goldfish bowl was filled with a pink translucent nanite fluid, bouying him up, before carrying his waking form up to the surface. 

As he breached through the hole of what was normally his work space his helmet released itself and the nanites slid back into the Sphere. He took a deep breath of the clear crisp air and shook out his short black curls. He kept the air cooler than most, helped him wake up, reminded him of the weather at university. Wasn't working this morning though. He'd been back 9 weeks- it was nice to be home with the Cauld, but the boredom was building. He slid his body out onto the platform and onto the floor.

Stretching to his full height the Synchskin suit expanded and fell from his body. His mother would kill him if she knew he was sleeping in the Sphere again. The skin slithered itself into the closet. Stepping into the cubicle, the walls began to hammer out cleansing fluid, followed by the gales of warm air which enveloped his body. Finally he picked up the proffered pill. The bacteria within were ancient, some bioengineered to live on his teeth, keeping them clean, others travelled to his intestines, helping digestion and health.

Outside his day skin slithered out and onto him, along with his paired ward stones, warn either side of the hip. He stretched and the suit snuggled up against him. His mother would kill him if he walked out to breakfast so exposed. It had been all the rage to go Synchskin only on the Habito planet. He reached for the belt and passed it round his waist. It made a small whirring noise before the tartan cloth printed out, the cloth surrounding his legs, with a loose loop to stretch over his left shoulder. As he stood there Derrick the Drone rose from the shelving, levitating in the air before him. The drone was a round bubble, filled with helium, surrounded by electronics.

"Morning Boss", he lazily mumbled, "wish you'd turn heat up, it's neh good for your health"

"Not now mate", Alxi replied, "just give me some news"

"Fine... The council meeting has been moved forward to today. They haven't said why, must be something important. Your Dad's been invited. Won't manage it in person now though, of course, digi will do... Not much new with the Venergy or Habito- General Guedo and Gentleman Summerfield are carrying on as ever... The Habito Forestry found a replacement for your position, Jenny's cousin, Dabad. Nice guy, keeps off the Rose, but likes a drink... Oh, and your sister just got given her application forms. No idea if she'll come back, seems to like the Venergy. She's got a month to decide."

"And the racing?"

"Erm, two pigs pulled out, couldn't finish the maze. Duo did ok though, 3rd place. You wanting to sell your syndicate shares to Dabad?"

"I'll think about it"

"Not thinking of going back already, I hope?"

"Nah, just, well...", Alxi shrugged his shoulders, "I just miss Uni."

He trudged through the doorway that slid open before him.

In the communal area the large oval tables had been arranged. At each sat various families, starting their day together with various travellers and interns. He smiled to himself as he noticed Phell with the Thompsons across the way. She was an intern. A beautiful, beguiling, Venergy-born intern. 

"Come on lad, stop staring. Don't survey a site unless you'll mine her.", his bushy bearded father clapped him on the shoulder, bright and happy, ready for another morning, "I hope you're ready for another bollocking from your mother"

The jovial smile disappeared, "what have a done now?" 

"She went out for a walk last night. You forgot to opaque your floor again. She was furious"

"Thanks for the warning"

At the family table Mrs Johnson was fussing over the family's newest addition, 3 year old Dek. Off to his side Dodge slept in her bet, the young augmented maternity hound sleeping off another night of caring for the small child. Mrs Johnson relented her persistent attempts to get the child to eat his spaghetti loops cleanly, leaving him to play with his holographic dairy farm.

She collected herself beautifully before walking towards her eldest son.

"Good morning, Alxi", she was always a stickler for formal greetings to start the day. They touched noses, as family and close friends did, and each used the left hand to grasp the others right shoulder. Alxi, normally trusting his instinct, made sure only his 3rd digit placed more pressure than the others. He felt his mother's thumb jab stiffly.

No drones came to deliver breakfast when they sat. Time for trouble. His mother took a deep breath.

"Johnson Alxi. What have I told you about sleeping in your Sphere?", it was nearly a growl.

"Don't do it. The research says a bed is better, especially for young people. They are not programmed to look after the young. If it wasn't for your grandmother you'd never have even started piloting as young as you did... Oh, and it's disgusting that I'm in there day and night."

"Yet you still do it"

"Mum, I'm not a young person anymore. I'm 28, I've graduated! And I don't like beds. I'm not used to them. They're cold. And the Sphere keeps its fluid clean, it's not that bad."

"Darling, just try it. Put the heat up in your room. You'll get used to it."

"And all else fails", his father advised, "we'll find you a reason to go to bed. I don't know, maybe Phell?", his father winked as Alxi slumped further. His mother smirked.

"Excellent idea, I'll invite Phell over to join us tonight. Phell's been a wonderful student for me, Alex. I like Phell."

Dek suddenly shouted out,

"PHELL! PHELL! PHELL!", causing her and the Thompson's to look across the room. Alex met her shining amber eyes, involuntarily smiling. She smiled back. He winked. She laughed, shook her head, and turned back to her hosts.

Over their last ever breakfast together, the event that would change life forever was brought up.

"Any idea what the council meeting's about?"

"No idea, lad."

"But they brought it forward so quickly. Must be something serious"

"Well, do you want to sit in on it?", his father casually suggested. Alxi was stunned.

"Totally!"

"Right, go get me some mineral. I'll see you at lunch"