It was new. It was something nobody has ever seen before. There were colors, there were lights, it was overwhelming. Nobody knew what to do with this new world, this new life. It smelled fresh. This world wasn’t tampered with. It was pure and ready to be occupied with life. What did they call it? I think someone said it was called earth. Our new world was called earth. What should be done first? Well, just as we did on the old world we would need life here. Eventually the population will grow with most people from the old, polluted planet transporting here. We will need to process a way to make things that satisfy our hunger. The people living here will need medics. We need to make shelter and process something to drink. Who should all be allowed here? What kinds of rules do we need? Who is in charge? What are we going to do if someday this world becomes polluted as well? Where will we go then? No need to worry now, come on Martha. This world is going to be beautiful. If I have anything to do about it, it will not get to where our old planet got. This world could be something great, we just have to treat it that way. It’s so fresh here, like a clean canvas waiting for a coat of paint. It’s untouched, ready, like it’s been here waiting for us for a long time. We are here.