Greetings New Readers! I just wanted to warn you about the horrendous structure, at the beginning of this book. Obviously, my writing skills improve to a much greater extent, as the story continues forward, so either skip a few chapters ahead (I recommend Chapter 9) or withstand the weather until it clears.
The year is 4946.
Humans have extended to unbound lengths and have spread across the entire galaxy and are now in the process of securing territory and maintaining interstellar unity.
How much do planets cost? Surprisingly not much. At this current time period, our galactic empire is traveling through a resource depression. Nothing like fossils fuels, these power sources have been long replaced with ENTIRE STARS encased and harvested for their electricity. We actually require uranium, and plutonium in order to produce the standard weapons for the UDPRE (United Democratic People’s Republic of Earth). As recently we went through a massive intergalactic civil war, and the army is in need of desperate repair in order to keep organisation and control in the galaxy.
As a result, planets with a high abundance of these materials have increased in value by unbound lengths. It doesn’t matter how intelligent the native species of these planets are, they will be pushed aside for the greater good of the empire.
Planets cost accordingly to two focuses, Resources, and Habitability. Obviously as mentioned previously fossil fuels are worth literally less than dirt, same with other common metals such as iron and aluminium.
Habitability slightly increases the worth of a planet as it requires little to any terraforming. Which can be highly expensive at times.
Thousands upon thousands of companies and rich individuals have sold their ‘resource-deprived’ or ‘useless’ planets in exchange for the more promising ones. This has left a huge amount of planets on the intergalactic market. What happens when there is an abundance of a particular object? According to basic economics, the value drops, dramatically.
That aside, nobody has cared about xenomorphs for hundreds of years, in fact, they are considered almost extinct. Biologists are an extreme rarity, and those that do exist are doing it only as a hobby.
Why is this the case? Everyone has the ability to literally create whatever species they want, sapient or not (as long the animals’ capabilities stay within the requirements). Organisms can even be produced in a variety of DNA languages. You can buy one of these biological fabricators at your local stellar system corner store.
People have populated habitable planets with their own creations for fun, or scientific experiments. Or even genetically changed their own bodies into different species, although this is generally frowned upon.
On another note, humans are the greatest. We literally have the greatest genes in the galaxy. Humans have the intelligence value of ten, which is the highest ever recorded, and with a natural hostility of five. Species with a lower value will advance in technology at a slow pace, as war gives a drive to beat their enemy with new cutting edge technology.
On the opposite end of the spectrum, xenomorphs with a naturally high amount of hostility will end up destroying themselves.
And to top all of that off, we have FINGERS! Sure, other natural forming life forms sometimes gain them, it’s however generally only two or three. This gives humans an edge, that allows them to create undefined advances in the construction of machines and other items.
Earth is the greatest planet in the galaxy, it’s the place where new technologies are released first, the most beautiful and awe-inspiring place, and is our original origin. I have a long family line which is directly from Earth, and as a result, I’m lucky enough to own a block of land on this hunk of a rock.
Did you know that my portion of tiny land is worth more than a twenty-million armed fleet? I have enough intergalactic estate agents come knocking on my door monthly to create a three story building, using the bones as the soul-building material. Now try and live there for a whole life. Eventually they end up just becoming similar to background radiation.
I’m bored, just like everyone else in the Galaxy. Artificial Intelligence has long ago replaced the average worker even soldiers, and as a result, every person is unemployed and has nothing to do, besides perusing their hobbies. The only reason I’m considered to be of the ‘higher class’ is due to my heritage, which has paved its way through the generations. It just doesn’t feel right to receive a free income from the government.
To make it worse, everyone on Earth has a regeneration pod, so in the unlikely event of death. We automatically respawn and continue to live out boring lives as if nothing had happened.
As luck would have it though, I think I have a grand idea to fix my ultimate boredom.