The next morning during breakfast, Julian came to talk to me. He had just returned from another meeting with the species of this galaxy. He started off by telling me that I seemed to handle the news about the milky way a lot better than the other volunteers. Which was surprising, giving that I was still upset by it. But what was more surprising, was what he told me next…
Julian: They agreed to let us colonize the planet. We decided to call it Terra. It’ll help us remember Earth, but still start fresh.
Landon: That’s great! Though I feel there’s a but coming…
Julian: Unfortunately you’re correct. That’s why I’m coming to speak to you personally. They agreed under one condition. These 5 species that occupy this galaxy, are refugees from their own, just like us now… For a few years they’ve been trying to… well, to mate with each other to expand their numbers. However there has been no success. The Zysi have studied our physiology, and they deduced that we hold the best chance of helping them repopulate. And since we need to as well…
Landon: Wait… ignoring all that science stuff that I can barely follow, are you saying they want us… to have their children? And then why… I get it, you want me to do it.
Julian: Yes, none of the other volunteers wanted to do this… a few, including myself would be willing to… well father children, but not carry them. I was hoping you would be willing, you came here because you thought there was something you needed to do right? Something big? Maybe this is it.