posted on Nov, 10 2016 @ 02:11 PM
I stood there looking at the alien surface that was so familiar yet so strange. Snow, ice fog, frozen water are the stuff I know about. The blue
star was not. Class F stars were ruled out as being habitable due to their high heat but we were desperate and as luck would have we located a class F
with a gas giant in the desert orbit that had a barely habitable moon. Located further out than Mars in the solar system of home we had found a place
we could get to that had an atmosphere we could breathe. The planet was referred to as “ice planet Hoth” or just “Hoth” by those that were
chosen to depart for the destination.
We (us humans) had reached a point against our own will where we discovered that the yellow sun was going to pulse. It had taken a world wide effort
to get others to believe the scientists. It then took another effort to end money and property ownership. Everybody on the surface on the planet
worked on one goal: survival of the species. Planets in habitual zones were searched for around sun-like stars. The search was expanded. All six
directions were searched. When we found one, we put all of our efforts on assisting the others in finding their targets. When down to two targets the
teams were split up to learn as much as we could of our next homes.
Meanwhile, work was underway to create habitats that could survive the impending pulse. Giant ships were created and outfitted with the best
technology we could use. Material science in black budget projects had saved the day on several occasions. Graphene that was being struggled to be
produced in anything close to pure or larger than a powder form became sheets of wonder material sheathing frames and panels. Fusion devices were
connected to “impossible drives” that somehow made tons of thrust. Domes were created that people hoped would deflect the brunt of energy hurling
through space at them on any surface they chose to shelter in place. People were told about deep underground military bases. The seed bank was moved
to one of those. Biology, computer science, sociology, demography, chemistry, manufacturing, the will of the entire world to survive, working in
shifts, 24 hours a day; every ounce of energy created on the planet was being used for the project. What was considered trash or by-products were up
cycled into nanomaterials and solvents. Everything became modular and reusable. Nothing was thrown away. They made ships for deep space, they made
ships for local vicinity to hide behind the gas giants.
All peoples, from all nations worked to together. Except for religious extremists who claimed it “the will of God” everybody was welcome. A
generation came and went. The warning signs… there were none which was the warning sign. No solar variation for months at a time. No sunspots for a
year, then two years. A novel method of detecting solar neutrinos was created and that showed no, absolutely no variance for five years! The time to
depart was any moment. The teams were readied. A vast DNA cross-section of willing volunteers being sent on a one way trip said their good byes to
people they would never see again. The world’s art and artifacts were split up. Placed behind metallic glass in the cafeterias one could gaze upon
works by van Gogh or Rembrandt or other masters. From sculptures to cave art to first edition books to entire digital libraries of the entire known
artistic effort to date was added. A date was chosen. With little fan-fare the giant lifeboats, six in total, set off in six different directions.