A Novel – In 55 Words a Day
Day 126, Sunday
May 6th, 2017
Chapter Seven: Fate
There is no fate.
There is no divine hand governing the movement of the stars.
Nothing is predetermined.
But there are certainties, there are statistical inevitabilities. The eruption of volcanoes is among them. They are the result of geological forces that cannot be stopped.
With sufficiently advanced technology, such forces can be harnessed, controlled, used for the benefit of the people.
There was nowhere, no planet in the great galactic Empire that did not have access to these resources.
Earth was alone, floating by itself in the far reaches of the spiral arm of the galaxy. It was an isolated backwater, hundreds of light years from the nearest Imperial outpost.
Earth did not have the resources, and the Continuum would not allow it to possess them.
The disaster on Earth could have been mitigated, it could have been used for the advancement of human civilization, but their technology had not develop enough along, they were perhaps a century away from being able to manage these eventualities on their own, without technological aid.
The end of humanity hung there. It was suspended in the balance between the apathy of the Continuum, and the fascination of the Collective. The Collective loved every moment of the feed streaming from Earth, they were hungry for the music, the art, the culture, the intensity of their conflicts.
The Continuum wanted to see the whole thing crushed, set back, and controlled.
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