she had bothered him, she kept on looking at him defiantly.
“It’s a wrong supposition, woman!” Michael replied, mocking her self-confidence. Then he concluded by saying, “I’m a retired U.S. Air Force pilot. Actually, I don’t even know why I’m here.” After that, he swallowed the last mouthful of food, stood up and went away, leaving the other members perplexed.
“Probably that man will have some problems with any other person. It doesn’t bode well,” David stated in his usual calmness before finishing his breakfast together with the other people.
That same morning all the members of the military department had reached their own sectors for a lesson on the equipment that they would have at their disposal during their expedition. The hall looked like a large lecture theater with large windows that let the light in on one side, making the place very bright. Probably this hall was previously used to hold some lectures or give some courses.
“As you have probably understood, our task in this mission is going to be both the easiest and the most difficult one. We’ll have to keep this people alive. We’ll be their bodyguards, their police, and their law. We can’t know what to expect once we’ve got there or what it could happen during the travel, but there is one thing we certainly know: we must be ready for anything!” Matthew cried out in front of his future fellow travelers.
“What a loudmouth! He can’t be more than thirty, and he tells us these things!” Michael said to himself in a barely audible tone of voice while he was sitting in his seat some rows behind him.
“Bring them there!” the General told two girls holding some duffel bags just behind him.
“Thank you! So, yesterday we saw some procedures under regulation as for facing any hostilities. Today we’re going to see what to use when we have to face them,” Matthew kept on saying. He pulled a weapon out of his duffel bag. It looked like a little, light and black Glock pistol.
“This one represents the first piece of your equipment, a Junker 15! It fires mid-range beams of light and it is perfect for point-blank shots but it is not recommended for long-range shots. Its frame is extremely lightweight thanks to its carbon fiber construction,” the General explained as he leaned the pistol near the duffel bag on the counter.
“Gentlemen, here it is, Baiman 3! Thanks to its high fire power, it looks like an old-school assault rifle. It fires extremely powerful mid to long-range laser beams. After fifty shots, the gun magazine is empty and you have to replace it. Ah, I was forgetting to say that, without exaggeration, an inch of steel could be clearly cracked by shots fired at a range of sixty-six feet! Not bad, I’d say.”
Then Matthew leaned the rifle on the table and noticed a hand raised out of the corner of his eye.
“Please, Miss Parker!” he said after seeing the girl who had raised her hand. It was Emily, who was sitting in the front row on the right.
“It’s all very interesting, Sir, but… well… I was wondering why all these weapons for a mission of colonization. Is there something we should know, Sir?” the girl asked without leaving her seat; she looked at the General and pointed out, “Sir, it’s more like an offensive military mission than a mission of colonization!”
“Soldier, these weapons will do what you want them to do!” Matthew exclaimed. Then he turned to the rest of the group and kept on talking.
“We are going to be hundreds and hundreds of miles away from here. More than one thousand people will have left their loved ones, their wives and children by that time. It’s a one-way travel!” he pointed out. Then he paused for a while, looked into Emily’s eyes. “None of us can know what we are going to come across up there!” he resumed. “It’s up to us to be ready for any situation, even if it were the most dangerous or the strangest one. Some might go crazy! Some others may argue among themselves. Some riots or uprisings may occur, and we have to be prepared for anything, soldier! What we have to do is keep these people alive, don’t forget it!”
These were Matthew’s words, and then he continued with the explanation of the onboard arsenal.
It was at the same time that, in the nearby building, the group of chemists was preparing to face its fifth day in the training, which did not take place in a high-tech hangar, as at first sight it appeared.
“Where do you think we are being taken to?” a young chemist asked Abigail while walking down a hallway together with the other members of the group.
“I have no idea,” the woman answered frankly while she kept on looking around.
At the end of the hallway, under the guidance of a member of the team, they approached the entrance of the hangar, which was a shed on the side of the building and whose roof was covered with photovoltaic solar panels that not only absorbed eighty percent of the sunlight, but could also become clear-glass, allowing light to filter and leaving the visitors of the hangar amazed as they enjoyed the blue Colorado sky. It really looked like a crystal structure.
“And who has ever told that functionality and ecology can’t go together?” The question was made by a high-pitched female voice. It was the voice of a woman in her fifties whose hair was copper red and whose silhouette was slender. Abigail had been appointed as member of the group whose training that woman was in charge. Her name was Lisa Horn.
“Hello, everyone, my name is Lisa Horn! I’m here to supervise you during your training period as well as to be with you during your mission! I hope we will achieve great things together!” she exclaimed, introducing herself to the whole group while some of them were still intrigued by the strange honeycomb crystal structure surrounding them.
“Follow me! If you’re here today, it’s not to watch the structure, but to accomplish the duty that is crucial to the whole mission: to terraform Proxima B!” the chemist said as he led the group to an area where there was a weird gray and white cylindrical machine that was about sixteen feet in height and five feet in width.
“What you can see here is a plasma gasifier,” LISA explained.
“Excuse me, are you saying that we are supposed to… you know… make that planet similar to ours? I mean… weren’t we supposed to live in structures with an airtight closure or something?” a girl in the group asked with puzzlement.
“Not specifically, darling! What we’re going to do is recreate an environment where life is, you know, alive!” LISA answered. Then the red-haired trainer added immediately, “The process is going to take some time, of course, but that’s what we’re going to do. In three steps, in fact.” Finally, she pointed at the machine and began her speech.
“What you’re seeing behind me is only a scale replica of one of the thirty plasma gasifiers that are going to be established along the Equator of the planet,” LISA was explaining when suddenly a young Chilean chemist interrupted her, asking her, “Doctor, can you tell me what these machines exactly do?” Diego Felisao's question aroused the curiosity of all the other members.
“I was about to tell you exactly what these gasifiers are for. So, they aim to recreate a hospitable environment for algae and plants, but… not for us, by exploiting some elements that are in the soil and the subsoil of the planet in order to create an environment with high carbon dioxide levels, which means “greenhouse effect”! Later, our fellow biologists and their genetically modified algae will create an environment with oxygen, but that’s another matter. Let’s get back to the point: a gasifier is only sixteen feet in height, as you can see, but what matters is how it works. The
