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“AT LEAST IT’S STILL green,” Aubriot commented.
Cherry watched the holo of a blue and green globe slowly revolving in mid-air on the bridge, half its surface in darkness. The land masses moving into the light of its star were indeed mostly green.
Earth. Humanity’s home, but not her home. Concordia was several jumps away, only two weeks’ distant, providing the jump drive didn’t malfunction again. It was a hard fact to believe after the long years of the outward journey.
“What did you expect?” asked Wilder.
“Don’t know exactly,” Aubriot replied. “When I left the place was a mess. Could have been a global nuclear war since, or climate change could have turned the lands to desert.”
“I thought the Natural Movement had taken over most political systems,” Wilder countered. “Wasn’t
