User:Pikapi/Colonial Pioneers

One thing they'd always used to say about the first wave of colonists to establish their homes on a new world was how they weren't just doing so to avoid paying their taxes. Wether they just wanted to lay low, were trying to make a name for themselves, or actually had a past to escape from, they were always crooked in some way. They said these things as though no colony could ever compare to Earth, our grand utopian homeworld. To me, the Earth was nothing more than a small photo at my bedside that read "The Blue Marble, 2152". I was never a colonist, but that is only because my mother and father were, and I was at the forefront of the first generation of children expected to grow-up on our little world. To us, the great mother Earth was no more than a fairy tale, as was the dream of advanced human civilization. On our planet their was an absence of buildings, streets and vehicles that I didn't even know existed. Even stranger was the absence of trees and critters. One could sit back on a folding chair and look out for miles on end. The only similar features present on both my homeworld and Earth was short grassy plains and a great blue sky. According to the colony's science team, my homeworld was tidally-locked, which meant that night never even came.