Inga, the beautiful daughter of the Speaker of the People of Carbal,
mir Felkac.
A few days ago, the inhabitants of this small satellite, Intervida, began
to have problems with supplies coming from Planeta Primario, which
will not be really a problem for their survival. They had developed food
technologies available that are outstanding and well known throughout
the system.
That fact worried the founders of the colony, partly because their
families were still living on Earth.
We are twenty, we arrived in my ship about twenty minutes ago.
In the stories my grandfather Conra told me, Earth was a planet full of
life, with a beautiful blue sky with white and gray clouds, and where
our civilization had created its Planeta Primario.
We expected to find buildings and people, but after hours of
wondering around we saw no signs of human life, and yes, yes, we
saw hundreds of strange life forms, but nothing like the creatures that
all of us had studied and expected to find on Earth. Everything was so
different from what we were told that it was certainly disconcerting.
Meters from Anair, a unique and cute insect flies by showing its
impeccable art in the use of its wings.
“Be careful, Anair!” screamed Rad to her partner, while unable to react
as he saw this giant bird riping her head off.
“Noooooo!Noooo! Where have we come to? This cannot be
happening!”
