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Earth.
The birthplace of the human species.
Where grass was green and the sky was blue.
Where children played without a care in the world, where birds twittered and built their nests.
It was peaceful. Until,
Religion, discrimination and language barriers came in the way.
Riots thrived instead of people, children whisked away from their parents.
People fought, and fought, and fought.
Two World Wars concluded, yet happiness seemed out of reach for many.
People rebuilt, survived. After the longest time, the UN came in. An international body for peace and prosperity. Meant for stopping wars entirely.
Peace prospered once more. Children returned to parks, birds continued their lives.
Then the Third World War came about two centuries later.
Countries fought against each other, allies turned enemies, people turned corpses. People believed it would pass, much as it had with the previous Wars.
It didn't.
It started with major cities having nuclear bombs dropped on them.
Millions died, if not more.
The UN tried hard for peace, but in vain. People died and died and died.
Children were brought to camps and tortured, parents forced to watch.
Epidemics skyrocketed, the Black Plague returning with a new fervour.
Scientists all over the world had, by now, started searching for alternative planets, desperately trying to ensure the continuation of the human species.
The very reason for the war had begun to fade into the background. Science became their religion, survival, their language.
And discrimination? On intellect and capability, not race and colour.
Decades passed. Almost half of the world's population had been wiped out. The living began to suffer from radiation, epidemics and starvation. Engineers and scientists began working together for a solution.
Finally, they found a breakthrough. A planet. Columbis K2B2, they called it.
It had similar conditions to Earth, enough water and oxygen to survive.
It seemed devoid of life, just ripe for the taking.
But it was in the Andromeda galaxy. Millions of light years away. They were stretching it thin from desperation.
They scrambled to make a spaceship stable and sturdy enough to carry people there. They discovered new ways to travel, some even faster than light.
They succeeded. But there was a problem.
The material used to create the ship had almost entirely used up the area of the ship. The size of the ship was smaller compared to the one they had in mind.
Only five people could use each ship, keeping in mind the idea of procreation.
So, they took it to the UN. By now, the organization was merely a whisper of what it once represented.
The UN accepted the idea. They decided that every ship would be home to a scientist, a doctor, two aerospace engineers and one soldier of high rank.
For the sake of procreation, three would be females and two would be males.
Having agreed, another decade was spent building a hundred ships and selecting the people for the voyage.
Meanwhile, the population had decreased to a dangerous 40%.
A decade later, 500 of the best engineers, scientists, doctors and soldiers were sent into space as the remaining population dwindled on Earth. Each country sent with them 600-page volumes, explaining to future generations their mistakes and how to continue the species in explicit detail.
The people procreated and within their ships for decades until they reached Columbis K2B2.
Their descendants rebuilt there, explored new territory, discovered new species and developed new technology. They modified their genes greatly and built a community where science was religion and peace was their language.
So that, no matter what, World War Four would never happen.
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