From the ship’s observation deck, Capt. Messina scanned the hydroponic fields, as lush as the fertile Delta basin on home Earth. The only difference was the plants were vivid shades of red, orange and yellow, not the viridescence a white star would create.
He feigned agreement to the revisionist faction’s mercurial demands to indoctrinate the new generation by egregiously changing truths. Hacking the history files, and they threatened to scrub all references to green plants if he didn’t willingly capitulate.
His communicator hummed, telling him his confederates had safely replicated and secured the compromised files. Earth would not be forgotten.