Sat Mar 05, 2005 3:32 pm by Requin
Chapter 3: Colonization Begins
The next week was spent almost peacefully. People were so busy doing their tasks that no one really had a chance to argue about anything. But soon enough, there was not a place you could go where you could not here someone fighting over something. When confronted, the men denied that anything had been wrong. He would have to ask someone comfortable with the men to find out what was going on. After thinking a while, Ahem remembered his old friend Scerm. Scerm was the head of one of the housing district developments, and was very loyal to Ahem as an officer and a friend. Ahem, instead of taking the makeshift shuttle that operates around the colony, decided to walk. It was a long way, so by the time he got there, Ahem was exhausted.
“Hey! Scerm! Come here!” Ahem was somewhat breathless, but his voice was audible. He had been taking walks like this to maintain his physical condition, and it was paying off.
Scerm, a tall, dark haired man, was a recluse most of the time, but when he got it in his mind to do something; he did it completely and efficiently.
“Thought you had forgotten me, sir!” Scerm’s voice was deep, but not obnoxiously so.
Aherm smiled. It was typical of them to speak in a less formal manner, but obviously Scerm sensed that this was not a social call. “Can we speak in private?”
“Sir,” he replied, “right this way.” Ahem was escorted into what looked to be an office. The desk was littered with plans, designs, and reports.
Scerm stood at his desk while Ahem closed the door behind them. He took a deep breath and said, “I need you to investigate the moral of the population. Both verbal and physical fights have been breaking out. No one seems to want to tell me anything. I was hoping you could help.”
Scerm had an odd smile on his face. “It’s funny how your hard requests because extremely hard and your easy requests become extremely easy. I know all about it.” Ahem waited patiently, knowing he would get to the bottom of this. “The harvesters have found a new substance in the grass. It does nothing at all to some. But to others, it produces the same effects as a narcotic. The fights are about… various things, from whether we should tell you to why it only affects some people and not others. Some people fell particularly… strong… about the topic in general.”
Ahem had a glazed look on his face, his mind racing. Why wasn’t he told before? Were they afraid he would classify the substance as dangerous and ban it? The fact was, he couldn’t accept it or deny it. Further research would be needed to find out whether it did fall under the category of ban-able material. Ahem said the first thing that came to his mind.
“What are they calling this new substance?”
“Sir, because of the way it is harvested—with a Cardamazium Separator—they are calling it…Cardamine.”