Thirteen generations ago our overpopulated world built the Southern Sun. A self-sufficient spaceship that would be home to thousands of migrants for a ten-light year journey to a new and uncolonized world.
Our current descendants have come to accept the Southern Sun as their home. And work for a better future for their children.
While most of the inhabitants of this generation are contempt… there are some who have grown restless and impatient.
Looking back I’ve realized that all the izuocha books I had read over the years were some of the cringiest shit I had ever laid eyes on.
Makes me all the more happy I’ve lost all love for that garbage ship.