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Things have happened that none of us are very proud of. Things in the past. In the past we fought wars. In the past we taught creatures about war. In the past we fled from the world. But in the past, we learned something. Something about ourselves and the world we were born on. We used this knowledge to save ourselves, and this survival technique was named the Infinatum!

The Infinatum is a massive space chip designed to hold potentially five thousand people, and never shut down. It will never land on another planet, and it won't have reason to. Simply put, it's too freakin' huge. The math shows that Earth's gravity dropped nearly ten percent when it left. But only the math. Nothing survived Reset, and nothing could've.

But that's all in the past. Now we live in Utopia. The entire ship is a massive city governed by intelligence and robotic control. Our food is made from reconstructed matter, and processed by machines. The pool water is as clean and pure as the water we drink. Diseases exist, but only the more harmless ones like the common cold, and the ones that we still haven't cured, like cancer and AIDS.

Human society used to be a struggle, until Infinatum came along. We used to struggle for money, but Infinatum's laws are generally simple and easy to follow. Every human has a natural right to Eat, Drink, and Sleep. Sure, sometimes they or someone else will mess with them, but that doesn't usually happen. All theft and physical assault are punished with damnation to space. In fact, almost every single crime is punished with damnation to space.

Damnation to space is something horible. You're cryogenically frozen in an escape pod and aimlessly launched into space. You won't awake unless there's a malfunction, or if the pod lands. The pod has oxygen, seeds, and carbon dioxide. What makes it scary, is that you might never wake up. Space is deep and infinite, and the chances of a hitting a planet before everyone you knew and loved has died are almost nil. Although, rules state that if you manage to come back, you're given a second chance. But in the last twenty centuries, only a few thousand have been sent out, and none have returned.

Of course, commiting crimes isn't even reasonable. Mostly, the people who do get away with it because it wasn't intentional, or because it's small. Cameras have been known to recognize a poke or a pinch as a punch or a slap. And quite frankly, sometimes people hit a little harder than they mean to. Sometimes robots glitch. And when they do, all data is retrieved from their system, and they're remanufactured.

Robots aren't like us, though. We have built sentient, self aware robots, we just don't use that technology in everything. Or anything, for that matter. Could you imagine a sentient cleaning bot? Do you know how annoying that thing would get? Seriously, people complain, and forget why we don't do that. Of course, there are some robots that need to be sentient. They're mostly psychiatrists and mental health doctors in general, but a few aren't.

The real problem that anyone's concerned about is bullying. It hasn't been removed, and it won't ever be. Anthran love of power is still rampant, and it's still going to make some feel like total shit. Even though gays and homosexuals are allowed, and racism went extinct long ago, people will still try to come up with some reason for why they're better than you, and all you can do is make a counter argument and reason why you're better than them.

I was never good at this. I couldn't make come backs. At all. It certainly didn't help that of all but two students in the class, I was the most dull. While others had glowing body parts, natural tattoos and color changing parts, I was stuck with boring blue, white, and orange. I'm a fusky, but I'm no one special.

Okay, that's not true. I'm a direct descendent of one of the founders of Theorium Industries, but no one cares about that. No one cares about Earth's history. They only care about the Obsidian Games. Every society has one major sport that everyone cares about way more than all the others, even if it's not as sophisticated or physically inducive. Well, ours is the Obsidian games.

It's a lot like laser tag, except you have to wear military grade power armor that's been hooked up to a sensory system. If the suit says you're dead, it locks up until the game's over and you're pulled a safe distance from the game. Your goal is to "kill" the three other players, using what's around you. It could be chemicals, tools, weapons, or even garbage. And, more crap like that is scattered around the small playing field. It's intense to watch, terrifying to play.

I don't care for the Obisidian games though, and neither do my only friends, Alpha and Gamma. Alpha was named on a pun to his last name, and he's a red fox with a love of everyone, especially guys. Okay, it's a love only for guys. Time and time again, the bullying got out of hand and he ended up getting fucked by a bunch of horny teenagers. Damnation to space can't be charged on teens, so they got away with it every time.

Gamma's different. Gamma's named after something his parents studied, gamma radiation. Gamma's a short little ferret, and he's a total coward. He's mostly afraid because people screwed with him all the time. They tease him for being short, and then for being a coward, and then for crying because they teased him for being a short coward. This lead to his fear of crowds, and his spiraling depression.

In fact, amongst us three, I'm the most stable, and that's sugar coating it. I have a tendency to fight back, but I'm bad at it. Well, I'm bad at talking. Alex can weave words and speeches that inspire you to do crazy things, and all I'm good at is science and physical power. The only thing keeping me from playing sports is that I've been teased from them. When I was a kid, I joined. I was good, and everyone knew I was good. But they all teased me about being boring, and no one wanted a boring fusky as their star player.

Because of this, us three have been together for a long time, and Alpha has tricked us into hugging, cuddling, and even kissing him multiple times over the years. I don't care. No one likes me because I'm bad at socializing. Gamma's just afraid people will use it to make him cry again, and has to take medicine to keep his tear sacks from drying out. He cries over everything. From the slightest error of someone else's own fault that some what effects him, to when he straight up fails at something simple, and everything more dramatic.

Honestly, you'd think we weren't meant for our job, but some how, it's the only place where people wouldn't dare to tease us. Mostly because we get to carry around our weapon every where we go. Believe it or not, but the three depressed losers in the back of class are now military grade explorers, as if we even need a fucking military. Everyone thinks there's this secret military, but honestly it's about twenty or thirty guys with instant access to incredibly powerful weaponry.

Recently, the Infinatum enterred a system named "Solaria". We have enormous amounts of evidence that shows the planets are not only capable of supporting life, but do. The first planet we're landing on is a simple terran planet, with an Iron core. It resembles Earth in a lot of ways, aside from one simple difference: it's atmosphere is thicker. Where Earth's atmosphere was only about a hundred miles thick, this planet's atmosphere is nearly three times that thick, and yet it's almost as big as home.

Suiting up is easy, just put on the silver jumpsuit and the workers will do the rest. It's made from a special kind of fabric. Actually, calling it chainmail is more accurate. In fact, it got the name "space mail" for being such an air tight fabric that can resist pressure and vacuums so well that it's ideal for space. The links are almost as small as atoms, and trillions of them are sewn together to make a custom made jumpsuit.

The workers just tack on instruments and armor. They secure our helmets on, lock the plates over us for added protection, and link our communications. After we're suited up, we head down to the probe bay, where our personally star ship is waiting for us. It's an older model, but we personally fine tuned it for maximum power.

Others custom engineer their ships for speed, but we went with something a little more daring. We wanted attack. Sure, the others go faster, but our weaponry could take out enemies- as if there were any- before they even got within range. Furthermore, our ship's got a lot more Theorium on it than most. We built new engines and thrusters that use electricity's magnetic qualities to control movement and fire power. It takes a lot of energy to make plasma, and with our twelve Theorium cells, we have that energy every second, endlessly.

We got into the Cyan Wasp and began setup.

"Defrosting generators." [Alpha]

"Decreasing thrust force. We're ready for a smooth take off." [Gamma]

"It'll be the first. How are those generators coming, Alpha?" [Me]

"Seventy four percent and moving fast." [Alpha]

"Good."

Suddenly a voice was heard over the intercom, "Team 3-A7, I want you three to remember that whatever's down there is going to try to kill you."

"Roger that, Cap." [Gamma]

"Generators defrosted. We're ready for take off." [Alpha]

"Firing up the thrusters." [Me]

"Detaching from artificial gravity lense." [Gamma]

"Running systematic engine check." [Me]

"All clear. Ready for launch." [Alpha]

"Punch it, Gamma." [Me]

Gamma slammed his fist on the button and everything blurred momentarily. Everything got really small and warped weirdly. In case you've never travelled at nearly twelve thousand miles an hour, light bends around you in a weird way. Because you're moving so fast, you see light as it's coming towards you, but you can pass the object as or even before said light reaches you. This means you can partially see behind you, but in general, you have a larger field of view, and it's dangerously trippy. No one stays in Launch speed too long, and we were no exception.

We slipped into a small drift towards the planet, and began the supposed hour long wait as we drift downwards.

"An hour alone in the crib. Sounds like a lot of fun things could happen." [Alpha]

"Sounds like someone can stay on the other side of the cockpit." [Me]

"Hey, guys. I've been testing a new kind of thruster, it's a much smaller version of what they use on the Infinatum. I installed it a few hours before we left. Wanna try it out?" [Gamma]

"How's it work?" [Alpha]

"Most planets have a magnetic field, and with the right tech, you can pull your own ship to that planet at crazy speeds."

"That doesn't sound dangerous," I said sarcastically.

"Well, there's more to it. It also has gyroscopic magnetic core that allows it to warp it's magnetic read outs to mimic the magnetic activity and patterns of the planet."

"Yes, we both know how a Magnecore works. What's the catch?"

"Well, I synced it up to the Gravicore."

"That doesn't make any sense, the Gravicore's a weapon, not a thruster." [Alpha]

"Ah, but it has a unique ability that I needed for my plan. See, if we can create a magnetic field that simulates the one on our target, pulling us towards it, then it's not gonna be going very fast. However, if we can distort the ship's gravity to have it link directly to that planet, than we can merge the two pulling forces with our thrusters, which will at least double our travel speed."

"Wait, you want to use the Gravicore as a thruster? That's insane!" [Me]

"Well, no. It'd be more like a grappling hook. Latch on to the planet's gravity and use our own methods of gravitational distortion to pull ourselves towards it. If we program the core right, targeting our ship, and setting the source point as the planet, than we should be able to pull ourselves to it."

"You're insane!" [Alpha]

"But I am a genius."

"Yeah, sure, why not? Got nothin' to live for, right?" [Me]

"Well not if you keep ignoring me." [Alpha]

"Alpha, neither of us is going to go out with you." [Gamma]

"I know..."

"So, are we gonna test this new method of travel?" [Me]

"Whenever you're ready. Just power up the Gravicore..." [Gamma]

I started twisting the dial, "To what level?"

"Five hundred."

"Five hundred as in kilograms or tons?" [Me]

"Kilograms- what? No, tons!"

"Tons are a lot less accurate..."

"Tons are a lot heavier, though. Now, Alpha, program the target as the ship, and the source as the planet..."

"It's easier if we make the ship be the source-" [Alpha]

"Yeah, but it's also gonna destroy that planet. At five hundred tons, the planet's almost as mobile as we are. We don't want to move the planet, we want to move ourselves."

"Oh... Right."

"Wait... This planet isn't supposed to have rings..." My scanners were going hay wire, and the ship's damage sensors were too.

"It doesn't..." [Gamma]

"No, look at the scanners."

"... Oh my god... That's... That's not possible!"

"What, what is it?" [Alpha]

"There's something hitting the ship, shut down the gravicore!" [Gamma]

I turned the dial all the way back, and the damage only got worse, "That isn't helping!"

"God, we need to get out of here. Turn it back on!"

"Make up your mind!"

"Okay, then move!"

"What-" He got up out of his seat and shoved me out of the way. He turned up the gravity field, and ran over to Alpha's side, fiddling with the Magnecore. In half a minute, he had successfully created a link between the ship and the planet, then forward thrusted the ship, powering every thruster and forcive power we had to launch the ship at the planet.

Launch speed was fast, this was faster. The scanners malfunctioned, the damage stopped, and the windows were a vibrant blue, and then suddenly went black as our speed increased. We were going beyond blue shifting. Blue shifting and red shifting are common, and make sense. They aren't really a threat, they just seem different. Blue shifting is when something's going so fast that the light in front of them compresses. This was faster. The blue had vanished, and we were now seeing ultraviolet rays. The light still burnt my eyes, even though I couldn't see anything.

Suddenly, Gamma shut down the machine, and back thrusted so hard and fast that the entire ship lurched to a sudden stop, slamming mine and Alpha's faces into the dash. My snout hurt, and I tasted blood in my mouth. Alpha had a bloody nose.

"What... What happened?" [Alpha]

"We're here." [Gamma]

"That quickly?" [Me]

"The force of the thrust blasted us at a speed that hasn't yet been reached."

"Which is... how fast?"

"Twenty K."

"Twenty- What?! We could've just generated enough energy to power the Infinatum!" [Alpha]

"I know."