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Chapter 33: A New Heaven And A New Earth.
December 4, 2016, 01:23
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I stayed for a week helping Simeon understand the frieze. Once we’d identified Earth and Keppler the cartographers started looking for clues to the frieze from among their charts. I returned to Obamapolis and Eva, leaving behind a project that might last for generations.

I returned to troubleshooting for Bennie’s trying not to allow the Valley of the Kings to haunt my dreams. I had expressed my views, it was not for me to try and deny anyone the right to make their own choices. After one trip I got home to find Eva excited.

“What’s wrong, what happened?” I asked anxiously.

“You did it!” She exclaimed. “You bought the Roddenberry! You’ve just got to have the confirmation witnessed at the Mayor’s office.”

The Mayor was as surprised as anyone. He asked me what I intended to do with Roddenberry. I hadn’t really thought about it, so I asked him how long we had to wait before we continued the ongoing colonisation program.

“Well S-7 is established, but there’s no need to push on yet. However with funding we could launch an expedition. Unfortunately we couldn’t authorise public money until there is a demonstrable need to find a new colony and that won’t be for generations.” He mused.

“What if an expedition was privately funded?” I asked.

“It would depend on how many colonists there were. Theoretically anyone could voluntarily participate on a privately financed expedition.”

I decided then to speak to the Astronomical and Exploration Institute to see whether there were any strong candidates for colonisation. But first I thought I’d better mention my intentions to Eva rather than surprise her with a plan for a new adventure in which she had no hand in designing. As I spoke of my ideas for the Roddenberry I noticed the grey in her hair and asked her if she regretted our lack of children. She smiled.

“It might have been nice.” She said, “But I think in all honesty we’ve been too busy to bring up a family. Besides we have had a good time without children to distract us.” She sat and looked at me for a while before saying, “I may be too old now to have children, but if you do want them, my eggs were frozen before the expedition began. If they’re still viable we could still have children.”

The next day she told me that one of her laboratory assistants – born a decade after our arrival – was willing to carry Eva’s child for her. Becoming parents would delay the start of any expedition, but if the eggs were yet viable they might not be after another long voyage and we could not set out with a young baby. In the end we decided to go ahead and if successful use the extra years to prepare an expedition to Epsilon Ten the nearest viable planet which would require minimal terraforming.

We were successful and I more or less ceased my wandering in the wilds, having discovered again how much entertainment a child can provide. Not one, but two. A couple of years later we used Eva’s laboratory to fertilise a second egg and so by the time our expedition was ready we had a seven year old boy, Vladimir Cane and the sweetest five year old daughter, Anya. The only colonial ship we would take was the Roddenberry, who seemed quite excited at the prospect – I really do feel machines can feel excitement although some would think that ridiculous. We secured the services of the Britannia as our escort. DC had retired, but vouched for the ability of the young Captain, Sean O’Rourke. In the Valley of the Kings the archaeologists were still at work deep within the mountain tunnels and in his stasis pod my Grandfather still slept.

The new colonists seemed so young as they boarded the Roddenberry. Young and optimistic. All the children of settlers and all wanting to move on and carve out a new life for themselves. Their families saw them off with many tears because we all knew this would be the last time they would meet. We left knowing that we no longer play a role in the development of S-7 and in the events of the settlements. I left with some anxiety because I was leaving my Grandfather asleep and for all their research the archaeologists had never explained his presence. However we have to each make our own choices, the archaeologists and government had chosen not to seal the stasis pod in concrete and I chose not to remain. As in the past I would remain out of stasis, but Eva and the children along with the other colonists would spend most of the flight in stasis. Before she entered stasis she said to me that she was looking forward to setting up a new home on E-10.

“I’m sorry,” I asked,” What did you say?”

“I’m looking forward to E-10. Why what did you think I said?”

I laughed, “For a moment there I thought you said ‘Eden’!”

“Perhaps it will be a new Eden…good name for a colony.” She observed.

“If it hadn’t been used already,” I replied.

“Our own paradise.” Eva smiled. She kissed me and climbed into the pod.

“My paradise is wherever you are.” I said as I closed the lid.

So a new Eva and a new Eden, but we would not – I hoped – be walking with God in the garden.

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