Post by Alex on Apr 11, 2018 19:40:39 GMT -5
Humanity's greatest folly has always been its lack of foresight.
Wars without realization of their outcome, disputes over resources without temperament of use. We take everything for granted, thinking it will all work out in the end. Its a problem for someone else to handle, an issue for another day. We always thought we could figure it out tomorrow, and it worked for so long that we never thought that we might run out of tomorrows to wait for.
In the late 23rd century, humanity had spread to the stars, searching for new homes to alleviate the incredible overpopulation of Earth and its drain on her natural resources. With over 30,000,000,000 people, we had simply grown too large to sustain ourselves. Colonization of Mars had failed, but various habitats in space gave us a reprieve as Earth was slowly turned uninhabitable by pollution and over-taxed resources. It was not a solution to the growing problem. Humanity needed a new home or it would die out completely.
Realizing how desperate the situation had become, Doctor Sarah Halize revealed her discovery a new system with three planets that had atmospheres and habitats identical to Earth. With the help and funding of the Sol System United Federation, Halize and her team began the largest collaboration effort in history. They constructed four massive interstellar colony ships equipped with quantum entanglement engines that were capable of faster-than-light travel. The project took almost thirty years to complete, bringing together the best and brightest that humanity had to offer to volunteer for the mission. In the human race's most desperate hour, they had been given a second chance.
In 2516, the Prometheus Project was completed and the ARCs (Astro-Reconnaissance and Colonization ships) stood ready to set sail. Each ARC held 2.5 million colonists that had volunteered for the six year journey. Most were put to sleep cryogenically, leaving only a select few rotating staff members to monitor the systems and maintain the ships. The ARCs were equipped and stocked with everything the people would need to start life in the new worlds and plot the course for the rest of humanity to follow once the ARCs sent word of their arrival. The fate of the human race rested on the shoulders of less than one percent of its people.
2517, the Prometheus ARCs launched from Red Skies Station over Mars, setting sail for the new worlds. Humanity watched and waited with hopeful breaths, dreaming of a new home and a return to an actual sky. Doctor Halize's astounding work had blazed the trail for a new age. The ARCs worked perfectly and the crews of the ships could barely contain their excitement. They had trusted in Halize and she had shown them the way.
There was a problem.
As the ARCs left the Sol System, they encountered an anomaly in space. Unsure of its origins or exact makeup, and unable to alter the set course in time to avoid it, the first of the ARCs passed through. The quantum entanglement engines, still a new technology, interacted with the anomaly in space in a burst of unmeasurable energy. Locked as the ARCs were with each other, to ensure that each would arrive at the same time to their destination, the other three were thrown off course with the first ship. When the ARCs finally exited hyperspace, they had arrived in unknown space. No charts or knowledge of the area existed in their records. They were completely lost. No communication from the Sol System, no idea how to get back, and ten million passengers expecting to find a home on a new world. The project had failed.
But the human race would not be beaten so easily. Whatever galaxy they had entered into seemed to have hundreds of worlds, and the ARCs found the first planet with a viable atmosphere to set down. Everything about it seemed strange and alien, but some exploration gave them hope. Plant life had grown there in similar fashion to Earth, and it meant that wherever they were now was a place they could call home. Maybe, one day, they could even reach the Sol System to find a way to bring others to them.
So the ARCs settled on their new world, starting their own colonies, and began to plot their new world and those around them. Using their expertise and fueled by their dreams of a new start, they were renewed in hope. It wasn't what they had expected or planned for, and the challenges they would face were unlike any other humanity had known before. But they would rise to the task and make their new world home. And they called it Prometheus.
Wars without realization of their outcome, disputes over resources without temperament of use. We take everything for granted, thinking it will all work out in the end. Its a problem for someone else to handle, an issue for another day. We always thought we could figure it out tomorrow, and it worked for so long that we never thought that we might run out of tomorrows to wait for.
In the late 23rd century, humanity had spread to the stars, searching for new homes to alleviate the incredible overpopulation of Earth and its drain on her natural resources. With over 30,000,000,000 people, we had simply grown too large to sustain ourselves. Colonization of Mars had failed, but various habitats in space gave us a reprieve as Earth was slowly turned uninhabitable by pollution and over-taxed resources. It was not a solution to the growing problem. Humanity needed a new home or it would die out completely.
Realizing how desperate the situation had become, Doctor Sarah Halize revealed her discovery a new system with three planets that had atmospheres and habitats identical to Earth. With the help and funding of the Sol System United Federation, Halize and her team began the largest collaboration effort in history. They constructed four massive interstellar colony ships equipped with quantum entanglement engines that were capable of faster-than-light travel. The project took almost thirty years to complete, bringing together the best and brightest that humanity had to offer to volunteer for the mission. In the human race's most desperate hour, they had been given a second chance.
In 2516, the Prometheus Project was completed and the ARCs (Astro-Reconnaissance and Colonization ships) stood ready to set sail. Each ARC held 2.5 million colonists that had volunteered for the six year journey. Most were put to sleep cryogenically, leaving only a select few rotating staff members to monitor the systems and maintain the ships. The ARCs were equipped and stocked with everything the people would need to start life in the new worlds and plot the course for the rest of humanity to follow once the ARCs sent word of their arrival. The fate of the human race rested on the shoulders of less than one percent of its people.
2517, the Prometheus ARCs launched from Red Skies Station over Mars, setting sail for the new worlds. Humanity watched and waited with hopeful breaths, dreaming of a new home and a return to an actual sky. Doctor Halize's astounding work had blazed the trail for a new age. The ARCs worked perfectly and the crews of the ships could barely contain their excitement. They had trusted in Halize and she had shown them the way.
There was a problem.
As the ARCs left the Sol System, they encountered an anomaly in space. Unsure of its origins or exact makeup, and unable to alter the set course in time to avoid it, the first of the ARCs passed through. The quantum entanglement engines, still a new technology, interacted with the anomaly in space in a burst of unmeasurable energy. Locked as the ARCs were with each other, to ensure that each would arrive at the same time to their destination, the other three were thrown off course with the first ship. When the ARCs finally exited hyperspace, they had arrived in unknown space. No charts or knowledge of the area existed in their records. They were completely lost. No communication from the Sol System, no idea how to get back, and ten million passengers expecting to find a home on a new world. The project had failed.
But the human race would not be beaten so easily. Whatever galaxy they had entered into seemed to have hundreds of worlds, and the ARCs found the first planet with a viable atmosphere to set down. Everything about it seemed strange and alien, but some exploration gave them hope. Plant life had grown there in similar fashion to Earth, and it meant that wherever they were now was a place they could call home. Maybe, one day, they could even reach the Sol System to find a way to bring others to them.
So the ARCs settled on their new world, starting their own colonies, and began to plot their new world and those around them. Using their expertise and fueled by their dreams of a new start, they were renewed in hope. It wasn't what they had expected or planned for, and the challenges they would face were unlike any other humanity had known before. But they would rise to the task and make their new world home. And they called it Prometheus.
