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.
Thin spiral notebook 
Whoa – too close to our own terrestrial reality, there! Excellent, minimalist imagery, and while it does hit a little close to home for someone who is painfully aware of revisionism, it’s still really very powerful.
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I think about these sort of scenarios far too much. So many ‘what if’ themes…
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Very cool, Tara!!
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Amazing language dance you’re doing here.
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This is cool. The language you choose takes us to that other worldly sci-fi place. And I like it.
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I also like your little dip in the Sci Fi pool – nice !
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Like this – shades of 1984 but with the right sort of defiance!!
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This is an interesting blink into the science fiction world that surprised me. I enjoyed the read Tara.
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