A hooded one: "These are the most promising
planetary systems according to Drail's equation.
Do you have a specific preference Primus?"
Cendor: "Tell me about this solar
system". A hooded one: "It has twelve
planets and its position is I/IV/V" Cendor:
"Perfect! Of course we will have to wait
several circles if we want also to transport
matter from Ahrem, in order to implant it on its
system. However this is not our prime concern for
the time being".

Indeed the need for drastic measures was eminent.
Time was running out, and the people knew it.
Their number was growing beyond control. This once
vast place was overpopulated. The ethereal dome
was not visible anymore from the surface of the
planet. The shape of the stars was in disguise,
distorted from the billions of lights that were
Find more similar lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.com/BUJbeamed from the flying architectonic mazes. There,
in close orbit, were the quarters of the elite
hovering on the waves of their poisonous gas
clouds. A lot of suggestions were expressed on the
last 100 circles. Almost all, concerned the
colonisation of the nearest planets. But there was
a big problem to solve. The inhabitants of Ahrem
were not completely autonomous entities, but body
parts of the planet. In a sense They, were the
planet! Any attempt to send away the secure
perimeter a sole organism, would mean its certain
death. As the accident in Ambere revealed, there
were also some other suggestions for the problem,
less complicated... But they didn't worked out as
planed. Then came Cendor, with a more ethical and
discreet solution.

Cendor: "Let's send them there, on the blue
planet"!