January by the numbers continues (now three days off, meeps~)!
From kelkyag‘s prompt “Careful consideration;” a ficlet.
There are some situations which require the sort of consideration that takes actual minutes, actual thought, actual knowledge of the options.
There are some situations where you have to weigh your choices, study the consequences, research the possibilities.
Sometimes, you really have to go into something with your eyes open and your homework done.
Like moving to another planet, for instance.
You need to know where you’re going, at a bare minimum, what you’re going to do when you get there, how you’re going to survive, how you’re going to make money.
I mean, that’s the absolute minimum. Like, can you breathe the air? Can you survive the gravity? Is there anything there to eat? Most of those planetary colony flights are one-way-only: you get there, you’re stuck. It’s not the sort of thing you do on a whim.
Unless, of course, you’re Jeropey Onefferie. RIght about now, Onefferie is sneaking on to a colony flight, picked — if you can believe this; I hardly can and I’m telling the story — by the roll of a die. He’s stowing away on a bet, the winnings of which he may never be able to collect.
It’s a colony flight, you say, of course he can survive where other humans can. Ah, but we are not on Earth; we’re on Besh Rithtaen, armpit of the universe, highway off-ramp of the galaxy, collection spot for at least three hundred sentient races, many of whom (including humans) live in sealed environments or environment suits.
And the colony ship he’s slipped on to is a Meshtarina ship. That doesn’t spell immediate demise — the Meshtarina live in the same range of environments as humans.
We know this, however, because the Meshtarina run human farms on planets outside the Federation regulations.
There are some situations which really do require careful consideration.
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