The Nomads

This is our story. It is not a happy story but it is filled with hope. For mountains are climbed not with successes but with struggles.

We are a nomadic people. Two thousand years ago planet Earth was at the brink of annihilation. The cause; human beings. Our race polluted the lands and killed the Earth on which we lived. Blindly we trenched through our denial until the Earth could take no more. Be careful. Do not assume that we were ignorant. We were far from ignorant, we were smart and cunning, and we held enough knowledge to overcome any obstacle we wished to overcome, but we failed. Pride was our downfall. 

We denied our mistakes and the faults in our deeds were masked by a pride held towards our intelligence. We thought that we were infallible, that our technology was all we required. We did not see further than the ridge over our noses. The machinery we built made us comfortable and unnecessarily lazy. Then came long life and the children of our children lived to a ripe age that only a tree might live to. Yet, when those same men grew to a thousand years or two of that, there were not trees to call brothers in death. For the trees had gone, and the skies had darkened. We had polluted the Earth with chemicals and killed all the trees for land. Our eyes forgot what the colour green might look like.

So we had to flee. Our blindness caused too much harm to the land. Our denial kept us from realizing it. The Black Mist took over the world like the night takes over the day. We built one hundred ships, all grand and beautiful, for what else could we build to show off the strength and prowess of our intellect? The ships were ovulate shaped and housed two thousand man and three thousand females. In their core lay dormitories and factories. On the outskirts lay water farms in which food was grown. The solar sails which were deployed once in orbit dwarfed even the size of the same ships to which they were attached. 

And so one hundred self-reliant vessels, each like a planet from which they fled, left for uncharted territories. The people on the ships were hand picked by the ten most powerful countries. Each ship had people of mixed races to preserve genetic diversity, but each was ruled by a dominant sovereignty. And each ship was to sail towards a star far away from our own. These stars had what was thought to be rocky planets like our own. But we were not sure. No one really knew if the planets which orbited these far flung stars had hospitable soil upon which to land. 

Yet, we left. For the children of our children's children might one day dream to live on solid ground we hoped. We left like nomads to a new land. And for thousands of years we lived on egg-like ships in the darkness of space dragged by solar winds on the sails of our vessels. We would never see each other again. Harder still was to know that we would never see our Home, or so we thought. 

For my ship arrived at CS1B six generations ago and there they found no land soft enough for walking. The scorched planets ran fast close around the star, and the giants slowly circled on the edges of their sun lit orbits. And this was a blow to the hearts of my fathers. My people cried for years in agony of their futile voyage. Then came the day when the Greater Being amongst us said a word, and we left CS1B and sailed back. We sailed back Home. For where else would we go?

This is the story of my fathers and the story of my people. We are nomads. And we have come back to reclaim our homeland.


Signed,
The Greater Being