The moral of the story is becoming clear – it is better to work together than be divided. Populism with its divisions, hate and simple black and white answers makes things worse. Together, united we can build a better world. Divided we only make matters worse. There are many good things in ALL human cultures and a number of very bad human traits. The future has to be about building from the best and learning how to get rid of the unpleasant side of human nature.
This isn’t quite the end.
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Chapter 31 – Endings
Beheggakegri’s time was up. His tenure at UFOR was terminated and not before time. The administration on Gestor took a very dim view of his shenanigans. He left in ignominy. Goodbye to Lomi. The slender years were looming. The wilderness was his punishment. He was one lucky Dref.
Grrndakegra was decommissioned as an H-craft Commander. Running freighters between disparate planets did not carry the same cache but it felt like a reprieve. Judge Booghramakegra had shown great leniency. There were many on Gestor who thought banishment was far too good a fate for him. The disgraced UFOR boss would never hold a position of power again.
Billy never did another podcast. The nook at the Ashley Arms never recovered the friendly ambience of its former days but they did continue to meet and argue. As for the protest movement – the damage had been done and the fractured protest movement collapsed. Without the circulating conspiracies and stirring it lacked momentum and simply fizzled out. Nobody rose up to take on Billy’s mantle as leader of the protest movement. The internet opposition lacked coherence and consistency. It subsided. The greatly improving standards and positive-minded returnees hammered the last nail into that coffin.
Commander Chameakegra’s experiment was left to run its course. The simple things took little time. The new quantum energy plants transformed life. With virtually free pollutionless energy to draw on the world was transformed but it did not stop there. The new technologies transformed industry. The dismantling of the military and unification into a global perspective freed up wealth for distribution into more positive areas – health, education and leisure all benefitted. Peoples’ lives were greatly improved. Thanks to the exclusion zones and absence of pollution the ecosystem quickly recovered. The new education processes maximised student potentials. Within a short period of time the whole world was greatly improved. The returnees from the rehabilitation centre on the moon came back as different, better people eager to positively contribute to the new world.
But all that was not important. Commander Chameakegra’s experiment hung on one thing and one thing only: could the violent and greedy nature of Hydrans be successfully treated or were these negative characteristics built into their DNA. Would the violence and greed reassert itself?
The early indications were that the therapy worked and a new elite did not automatically rise up to replace the malevolent hierarchy. Empathy and compassion could replace narcissistic greed and violence. The negative traits weren’t endemic to Hydran nature – but only time would tell. You could not hurry things. Did the therapy only have a short-term effect or did it last? And what about the next generations? Would the greatly improved education process nurture empathy and compassion? Could Hydrans develop altruistic characteristics or would the Federation H-craft have to return to finish the job?
Hydrans were placed on trial. Their progress was to be monitored – only when everyone was certain would they be admitted to the Federation.
Commander Chameakegra was placed in charge of the ongoing experiment and she was one happy gillybagger. She couldn’t imagine anywhere she would rather be. She’d just discovered 1950’s blues and these incredible canvasses of Kandinsky. She was digesting the great literary works of the twenty first century and had just feasted on Ron Forsythe’s entire output, including the seven books that had been nestling on his computer unreleased. But she also had another role, an unexpected new position.
As for Ron he found he loved the role he’d found himself in. People said you grew into a new post. He certainly had. When, at first, he had floundered and felt an impostor, he soon blossomed and came to enjoy the work. He was the figurehead for a totally new, improved world. That felt great. Instead of trouble-shooting he was overseeing great strides forward in all arenas. Everything was going so smoothly. All the right people were in the right places and he grew to love the public speaking – passing on all the good news.
The mood around the world had totally changed. Nearly everyone saw the lizards in a positive light. Who could argue with the massive improvements? The galaxy was opening up to mankind. Everything promised was being delivered.
The longer it went on the better it got.
The implications for the future of both humans and the Federation were immense.