onepassingnight | εїз 02

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[It starts not on Earth, not even on a space station. The dusty and red surface can only hint at one thing. Mars. Thankfully no one has to walks it’s surface. Instead it’s within the safety of the colony. One of the colonies actually. Anyone is free to explore the colony. It’s rather simple. Hallways lined with windows, most of the buildings constructed like domes. A few areas for civil needs, multiple labs that are locked, viewing rooms among a few other areas. Within the largest lab Seth’s going through a stack of papers. Potential colonists as a matter of fact. And the stack of applicants is rather large. Life on Mars is more popular then a person might think. Enough to keep her from proper rest as the dark circles under her eyes might hint at. No need to worry about interrupting her work however as she pushes aside most of the papers and rests her head on the counter. Seth folds her hands behind her head and groans with frustration. Paperwork might as well be her eternal rival. But she’s not completely unaware. The fact was as Director of the Red Mars Project she was doomed to interruptions. Instead of sleeping within a dream she lifts her head and sighs.]

If there’s anything that doesn’t require my immediate attention please just…leave me a note or something. [To which case she gestures towards some free counter-space not to far away from her.]

[[ooc; So instead of ruling an Empire this consists of the Red Mars Project having been continued/restarted. Under her of course. Which also means she lacks her Empire/children. Ah well. Feel free to bother her as a member of the colony/friend/whatever you'd like.]]

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[It's been tens of thousands of years - more, much more - since the planets besides Earth had thriving civilizations in Ami's world, and even then the Moon Kingdom had lived inside the dome that gave them everything they needed. Earth had been so fascinating because of its true atmosphere, winds, water - life.]

I understand. But it's unlikely the planets would be suitable for humans without a lot of work. Maybe even more than this.

We have centuries to work on this planet before we die. That being said unless the situation with Earth changes we probably won't need to try and populate other planets.

Humans are probably still jealous of that. Won't they make trouble?

[If this sounds natural, it's because - in the dream, it is as she becomes a bit closer to her former self, from the Moon, whose people's power and immortality let some of the people of Earth become envious and fearful.]

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They are and that's why the tension between us and Earth is well...strained. The fact is they seem to have the wrong idea. They glorify everything about this, ignore all the effort, all the losses and assume that nothing bad ever happens.

[While she might appear emotionally detached from the subject of failure the dream reacts. Lights dim and cracks spread out on the counter-tops. Seth notices these changes but will in no way acknowledge them. Not now.]

Humans just don't understand the cost.

Humans don't understand a lot of things.

[This viewpoint is largely thanks to the Dark Kingdom - though mediated, now, by events that have happened and seeing humans gather the power to save themselves after all. Mercury and her companions were only the focus for that, not its source.]

But they can be surprising.

Maybe.

[A few sips of tea. Calm the nerves and the eternal frustration from her youth. Sadly she can't even dream her detest for humanity away but it can be lessened in a dream like this.]

I suppose these colonists were human once and they've proven themselves.

[That, which may slightly tip off Seth to Ami's foreignness, Ami hadn't known. Her head turns sharply.]

They were human?

They were until they were given the bacillus. They are now Methuselah. ...Well the vast majority at least.

[Crystal Tokyo. It won't happen for her, but she knows the story: a paradise created to let humans share those blessings of long life, which some refused and were exiled to a dead planet for refusing.

Small wonder they returned for vengeance. But this is different, as far as she knows so far; this is not forced. If anything, the 'exile' here is self-imposed by those leaving for the colonies.

It's still what makes Ami ask the question:]

You don't believe in the human struggle?

Not particularly. The only struggles they face are ones they caused and simply do not want to admit to be cause of. I have no sympathy for the humans on Earth or the plights they face.

I mean those humans living out their short lives. You don't find anything admirable in that decision? In the fact those struggles sharpen them?

Admire them? I wouldn't consider anything that I've witnessed them do worth admiring. Nor claiming to be intelligent. The best thing I've seen them do is start this project but they couldn't handle it.

[You'd fit in the Dark Kingdom so very well, Seth. And they've already made the point that humans can still surprise - in some instances.]

So you're willing to better them by making them Methuselah?

[What can she say? She will always hate humanity. It's just so fortunate that some dreams happen to be more tame when it comes to showing it.]

I am. They'll live longer, their bodies will not succumb to illness and they are gifted with superior strength. It seems like a good idea to me.

And the ones who don't know what's good for them just stay behind? [The tone makes it a question, but a light one; the very fact Seth is leading them to Mars is answer enough.]

They have a choice. [A brief pause. She can of course remember that it wasn't always an option to live on Mars or even offer others a chance.] It's much more then what the predecessors of this program had.

Oh, I'm not arguing.

I was thinking of someone else. A fool who didn't want to give a choice to anyone. No matter how wrong she was.

And those people never get anywhere in the long run. In fact, sometimes they even end up dead. [A statement that she's very nonchalant about.]

['Well. Where I'm from they do.' But the smugness she wants to say it with doesn't come, and even the words themselves stay behind.]

You take care of your enemies quickly, is that it?

Some injustices need to be taken care of personally.

[This had been meant to be a light-hearted cup of tea and work break. Somehow it's getting more serious than that.]

Which ones deserve that?

[The drowsiness sadly does strange things to topics. Which gives her the inability to be as light-hearted as she normally is.]

The ones that deny someone their right to exist as a person.

[She's not ready to ask it: 'What if it's not how it seems?' This is different, an entirely different situation, she just needs that advice. If that terrible person would have put everything right, was it still right to remove them before the terrible things happened?

She shakes her head to shake away the thought and connects it to something more immediate: Beryl, making herself queen by trying to make the men of the Dark Kingdom brainwashed slaves.

Wrong. And she died for it.]

You're right, of course. We're getting too serious today.

[She finishes off what's left of her tea and pushes the cup away. Instead of suggesting leaving or even making a witty retort she rests her head back on the counter. It's true that it's getting to serious and her mental state registers it as time to try and shut down. Forget the past and it's agony.]

A bit. It's how things have to be here though.

[Ami's the last person to suggest slacking off, but there's still something she feels like doing.]

Here. Give me the ones I can handle instead. [A nod towards the stacks of papers.]

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