Trek to New Earth

The enormous ship trekked across the vast space that parted the Solar System from Proxima Centauri. The stars, which were outstripped thousands of light-years away, lighted its dense hull. The nearest yellow dwarf, maybe hundreds of light-years off, illuminated the travel control room through its front rectangular visiplate. Cushioned chairs were the only visible things inside it. Confined in the dense body of the ship was an extensively long compartment. Next to it was a rear chamber that led through the ship's exit.

The ship was functioning but inanimated. No life was sensible in it. But it spontaneously voyaged straight to the yellow dwarf's system.

The yellow dwarf resembled the Earth's sun once when it was young. They were almost similar in all aspects except age. Five explored planets orbited the yellow dwarf named Apolla. The second planet was able to sustain human life. Some flora and fauna species with the likeness of that on Earth only that they had been extinct for quite a long time, had been thriving on it for a few millions of Earth-years.

The planet named after its discoverer Rotor had fended to spring up to life which was no match for human intelligence.

The ship had been journeying the space for five Earth-millennia. Had it emulated the speed of light, it would have probably reached its destination for just a century. But, no space vehicle built on Earth equaled or exceeded light celerity.

The ship worried nothing in space. Before her journey, back on devastated Earth, astronomers had calculated the time of travel and had probed its path against wandering cosmic bodies that might bar its way or could be a detrimental factor for its existence.

Fortunately, the ship soundly attained its journey. It reached Rotor's geospace. It orbited the planet for the first time and disengaged its rear chamber, which was now the first artificial satellite that went afloat aberrantly above the planet's atmosphere.

The extensively long compartment detached from the control room. It penetrated the atmosphere and propelled down like a Lander onto an arid region of Rotor.

Shortly, the gliding door of the ship's exit automatically slid open. No living matter was seen inside. There was a total hush that escaped from the ship's confinement.

Inside the noiseless and lifeless (at the moment) compartment laid hundreds of coffin-sized silica-fused capsules. The capsules cradled frozen humans; prolific and intelligent; the only humans who had survived from Earth contamination after its devastation due to the Third World War.

The capsules perfunctory and simultaneously tucked open. The naked bodies of humans were thawed for a few minutes. The first human to sit up said no word, but climbed out of his cradle and ambled towards the exit of the compartment. He arrived at the exit door, descended through a flight of steel stairs, and took the first step onto the foreign ground.

He drew a deep breath; deep as the abyss in the oceans of Earth. The place provided him fresh air produced by the unknown species of trees environing the region of alighting. As he looked around, he saw quadruped creatures grazing on the unfamiliar type of grass. He looked up and spotted flopping creatures of various kinds, chirping in pleasant songs.

As he took another gait, a voice behind arrested him. "This is our new world."

He did not turn to see the possessor of the voice, instead, he spoke exultantly. "Glory to God!"