[A hooded one:]</i> "These are the most promising
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planetary systems according to Drail's equation.
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Do you have a specific preference Primus?"
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[Cendor:]</i> "Tell me about this solar system".
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[A hooded one:]</i> "It has twelve planets and its position is I/IV/V"
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[Cendor:]</i> "Perfect! Of course we will have to wait several circles
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if we want also to transport matter from Ahrem, in order
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to implant it on its system.
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However this is not our prime concern for the time being".
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Indeed the need for drastic measures was eminent.
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Time was running out, and the people knew it.
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Their number was growing beyond control.
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This once vast place was overpopulated.
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The ethereal dome was not visible anymore from
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the surface of the planet. The shape of the stars
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was in disguise, distorted from the billions of lights
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that were beamed from the flying architectonic mazes.
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There, in close orbit, were the quarters of the elite
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hovering on the waves of their poisonous gas clouds.
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A lot of suggestions were expressed on the last 100 circles.
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Almost all, concerned the colonisation of the nearest planets.
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But there was a big problem to solve. The inhabitants of
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Ahrem were not completely autonomous entities,
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but body parts of the planet. In a sense They, were the planet!
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Any attempt to send away the secure perimeter a sole organism,
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would mean its certain death.
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As the accident in Ambere revealed, there were also some
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other suggestions for the problem, less complicated...
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But they didn't worked out as planed. Then came Cendor,
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with a more ethical and discreet solution.
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[Cendor:]</i> "Let's send them there, on the blue planet"!
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Time Was Running Out
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