The Unfavorable – Prologue

According to the history books, about 3000 years ago, Earth-that-was became overpopulated.  The nation’s leaders at the time, described as the UN, or United Nations, decided the best plan of action was to create Earth-like planets for the general populous to inhabit. There are 15 manmade planets rotating around suns in 15 different solar systems in an attempt to avoid history repeating itself. Each planet is named after one of Jupiter’s many moons from the solar system Earth-that-was belonged to: the Milky Way. The scientist who created the idea for these planets named them. Apparently his favorite planet in the Milky Way was Jupiter.

As far as I know, we are unaware of how the other planets have colonized, or of their progress. The Governor, our current leader, may have details, but it isn’t circulated to the general public. There’s nothing in the history books about any of the other humans that left Earth-that-was, or even those who remained on the planet. From what I understand, the consensus was to focus on creating a future rather than reliving the past. So, the past from Earth-that-was has been omitted. When they left, the spaceship only contained so much fuel and so many resources the leaders of these new planets believed necessary to arrive safely at their designated planet and to start a new civilization. I’m not sure anyone remembers the history of Earth-that-was anymore, only of what we have created in our time off of it. It isn’t even passed down from generation to generation.

The planet I live on is called Leda. It was placed in a solar system within the Whirlpool Galaxy, which is slightly smaller than the Milky Way. The solar system we are in now is called Nebula. When he left Earth-that-was, our leader wanted to create the most advanced humans and aid evolution by rounding up the most talented and promising in their fields; art, science, math, entertainment, etc. The only aspect of Earth-that-was we no longer practice, is the investment in sports. We have recreational sports, such as badminton, cricket, and golf; however, we don’t compete. The man who started all of this was named Nevada Geha. Except, instead of calling them scientists or doctors, he formed new names for these fields; new titles for a new world and new society. Each individual is categorized by the work that is chosen for them: Loyals, Developers, Healers, Drudges, and Artists. There are rumors of those called The Unfavorable and Burners, but I haven’t seen them.

Loyals are those who scored the highest in loyalty. They become our colonies guards and military, along with keeping the peace outside and inside the walls. Developers are anyone that helps with any advancement that improves our way of life or way of thinking. Healers are the doctors and nurses of our time. Drudges are what we call the individuals who work on the farms outside the wall and grow our food. Artists are those skilled in painting or sculpting, who create all the art we have in our museums and galleries. This also includes anyone gifted in acting, singing, or comedy. Anyone that doesn’t fit into any of these categories is deemed unfit to reside within our city.

Geha also created the governmental structure that our colony adheres to. I cannot speak for the others on this planet. When he passed, leaders were chosen to form other colonies across this planet and they built on what he started so long ago. There is no religion anymore. We value Geha’s accomplishments and history as if he were a god as he began what we have today, but I’m not sure I can follow suit with everyone else.

Our society is one created strictly from Terra itself. No pesticides or harmful chemicals are allowed unless it is working towards new medical or scientific advances. Our biologists are constantly working on advances in health, and are continually curing diseases and bettering mankind. Unfortunately, there are as many issues with human physiology as there are stars in our galaxy, which complicates the process.

We also have farmsteads outside the wall which encircles our colonies. The walls keep us safe from the wildlife that was brought from our previous world in order to bring a sense of familiarity to this new, foreign world. What started as one colony has spread to 12 across our planet. Each with their own rules and governments, yet all of them similar to what Geha began; with hundreds of thousands of miles separating each one.

As far as the history books go, each one has their own ways of guiding and hastening evolution but they could have deviated from the original plan set for us so long ago by the man who saved us. I can only imagine what life in one of the other colonies is like. I like to think that the other colonies are safer than this – the other planets, too. Our leaders may talk to each other but they don’t communicate. Not with the citizens, at least. There’s no reassurance that there’s any contact with anyone further away than the farms surrounding the city. We are told that the men who speak for us are trustworthy, and there is no need to question their methods or the knowledge they refuse to share with us. I’m beginning to doubt that idea.

We call our colony Geha after the man who started our civilization, as ours was the first he established on this planet. After he passed, those he left behind held him in such high esteem that they wanted to continue his legacy of trying to create the perfect human. Of course, everyone has a different view of what perfect is. The original leaders agreed that the best way to manipulate evolution to find that perfect human was to weed out anyone who was merely average, and that picking couples to try and create a child that was above average was the best way to do this. The Main Frame was a computer born to read the blood of each individual and reveal their IQ, read what proficiency he or she possessed, use that information to give them a career, and then pair them with a mate. Thankfully, the two matched together don’t have to start making babies right away. They are allowed five years to become acquainted and comfortable with each other before required to produce offspring.

As our biologists, healers, and developers didn’t want to waste the time and manpower performing the tests themselves. They made a machine that simply draws the blood and runs it into the Main Frame to test while the subject waits for their fate. All a healer needs to do is take the needle, poke the subject, and make sure it is secure.

The IQ blood test is called the Bleeding Rite because of the massive amount needed for them to perform the tests. Birthdays are not celebrated. The day that is recognized, is when you turn 16. It is the day you must go to Central Hall and have blood drawn. A passing grade means staying within the confines of the walls surrounding the colony and living a carefree life working in a career that has the best individualized opportunities. Anyone who fails the exam, or even scores average, is taken away from their families and placed elsewhere that can help them better themselves. They are placed into special schools and careers that is right for them, given the score they received. At least, that’s what we’re told.

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