17. New Eden




Ray stood down from the probe ship and looked out across the valley. It was lush green and verdant. New creatures flew across the sky and sang in unison. Ray took off his helmet and breathed in the earthlike air. It was a virgin planet with a perfect atmosphere and an Eden like environment. He clipped open his computer and typed in Inhospitable atmosphere and negligible resources .

Humanity had colonized 17 planets in the galaxy and to Ray’s thinking had fucked up 16 of them.  Ray climbed back on board his ship the S.S. Misanthropy and blasted off. It was Ray’s fervent hope there would never be an eighteenth.