Our lives continued as they should. Every two years, four new members came to Mars. We taught them our religion. They quickly adapted to our lifestyles. Once our population had reached 20, the colony decided to elect Matt, Jill, and I as the leaders. The first thing we did was create a statue in honor of Jasper. Our national anthem, based off of the "Song of our Land" went like this:
"We, the initial Martians, have devoted our lives to find our people a new home. We are the selected 24 from 100 possible candidates from over 200,000 applicants. We are the chosen Martians. We are creating an environment on a place not originally meant to sustain life. We are using our privilege of being from Earth and having its resources to create life on other planets. We the chosen Martians will prosper in creating a colony outside of our homeland. As new members come to our colony, we embrace them, teach them our story. We hope to have children flourish in our land. We, the initial Martians, will continue to prosper until the end of time."
As the years went by, it was tweaked to better relate to us. We not only survived; we flourished. I eventually became friends with Jill. After Matt and I got married, Matt would always laugh when he saw Jill and I together.
"I'm surprised you aren't trying to kill each other," Matt would say while giggling.
Slowly but surely, in the year 2160, when I was 124 years old, I got a personal message from Dr. Johansenburg. He was the head of the monitoration of Mars, but as the years went by, we became more independent and the head of monitoration's job slowly fell to pieces.
Dr. Johansenburg said, "Our planet is falling apart. The plague has brought our population down to 2,000 people all living together in Western Eurafrica, known as Europe and Africa during the Technology Age. Please give us the privilege of you considering sending our people, including myself, to live on your glorious and thriving planet."
"I have to ask the natives, sir. The ones who have been here before myself and the deceased known as Matt, Jill, and Jasper. The ones who are more advanced. The ones we unknowingly stole land from," I responded with a half smile, half frown. "I must consult the natives." Emma Smith, Slave of the Natives.
