Days on this Red Dwarf world were similar to what the Ancestors used to call a month on some blue marble planet they lived on. That’s why they picked it. Terra’s people had colonized several worlds, integrating the planetary “Refugees” they discovered on each new planet. Cognizant of the importance culture and tradition in a group of people, the Ancestors fit wherever they went because their core values and religion required them to always think of the betterment of others and the perpetuation of life. Ordinances were the scripture of any people, connected to the central foundation text, and designed to envelope each new set of Refugees so that the colonies could thrive in shared partnerships and organization. Disregarding or breaking ordinances was unheard of, and Terra could count those repentant ones on one hand in her lifetime. To find herself among them was devastating and haunting.
Tune in for quick reads of the best (or least despicable) selections from the previous day’s word count, by virtue of my daily writing regimen for the National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo).