Blemmigan
Illusion is eternity. Machines will live forever.
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What we think of as Earth was artificially created by the (now alien) descendants of the original humans. This planet, known formally as the New Earth Project, is seen as a kind of historical zoo where the alien races can observe, study and reminisce on how things used to be. To keep the project running, movement within the solar system is strictly limited to the small number of caretakers in the vicinity of Jupiter. Visiting Earth is completely out of the question.
Of course, there are aliens who try to come to Earth anyway. Most are caught before they get close, but every once in a while, some manage to land here. Often, they take souvenirs of their visit. Sometimes, they take humans.
Humans (real, living fossils!) are a novelty, and it is just as expensive to buy one as it is illegal. Some are kept as exotic servants for the rest of their lives, particularly by those rich enough to ignore the law. Some are studied, and a few survive a long time before being used for spare parts. Some are housed in temples and worshipped as deities of the past.
Others escape into a galaxy which has no place for them.
But as things are now, these escapees cannot be returned home: they have been contaminated with knowledge. A memory wipe is possible, but leaves traces that even the humans' primitive technology might be able to pick up on. It's not worth the risk, going through all the trouble to return these few castaways.
So out there they stay. Actually being a misplaced human is not against any law, but at best they are viewed with pity, or as an embarrassing afterthought. At worst, they are recaptured for profit, or forced to keep running. Some manage to make a life for themselves, some never stop looking for a safe home... and others tirelessly try to put a stop to the Earth experiment, to earn the respect of the other races and set all humans free to finally have a place in the galaxy.
“It was a hopeless thing, he thought, this obsession of his to present the people of the Earth as good and reasonable.
For in many ways they were neither good nor reasonable; perhaps because they had not as yet entirely grown up.
They were smart and quick and at times compassionate and even understanding,
but they failed lamentably in many other ways.”
-Clifford D. Simak, "Way Station"
What we think of as Earth was artificially created by the (now alien) descendants of the original humans. This planet, known formally as the New Earth Project, is seen as a kind of historical zoo where the alien races can observe, study and reminisce on how things used to be. To keep the project running, movement within the solar system is strictly limited to the small number of caretakers in the vicinity of Jupiter. Visiting Earth is completely out of the question.
Of course, there are aliens who try to come to Earth anyway. Most are caught before they get close, but every once in a while, some manage to land here. Often, they take souvenirs of their visit. Sometimes, they take humans.
Humans (real, living fossils!) are a novelty, and it is just as expensive to buy one as it is illegal. Some are kept as exotic servants for the rest of their lives, particularly by those rich enough to ignore the law. Some are studied, and a few survive a long time before being used for spare parts. Some are housed in temples and worshipped as deities of the past.
Others escape into a galaxy which has no place for them.
But as things are now, these escapees cannot be returned home: they have been contaminated with knowledge. A memory wipe is possible, but leaves traces that even the humans' primitive technology might be able to pick up on. It's not worth the risk, going through all the trouble to return these few castaways.
So out there they stay. Actually being a misplaced human is not against any law, but at best they are viewed with pity, or as an embarrassing afterthought. At worst, they are recaptured for profit, or forced to keep running. Some manage to make a life for themselves, some never stop looking for a safe home... and others tirelessly try to put a stop to the Earth experiment, to earn the respect of the other races and set all humans free to finally have a place in the galaxy.
“It was a hopeless thing, he thought, this obsession of his to present the people of the Earth as good and reasonable.
For in many ways they were neither good nor reasonable; perhaps because they had not as yet entirely grown up.
They were smart and quick and at times compassionate and even understanding,
but they failed lamentably in many other ways.”
-Clifford D. Simak, "Way Station"
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