Bill picked at his food while he watched the crowds on the streets outside, rudely pushing past each other; never stopping to look around, always trying to get to the next place. The people just didn’t get it; the lesson was going over their heads. Exilon 5 – or New Earth as the residents had christened it – was their future now. They were falling into the same trap they’d been in on Earth. They should be viewing Exilon 5 as a fresh start, not a continuation. Conditions were so dilapidated on Earth that the government was working on ways to transfer the entire population.
Presently, there were not enough cities on Exilon 5 to accommodate everyone, the numbers standing at just six: New Delhi, London, New York, Taiyuan, Vienna and Copenhagen. They had kept the most familiar parts of Earth’s urban centres so that people would adapt more quickly to their new lives. The first batch of transfers had included doctors, engineers and teachers to help to establish industry before the remainder of the population transferred. The World Government’s extremely ambitious plan was to relocate all twenty billion inhabitants of Earth to Exilon 5 over the next twenty years. Currently, there was a fraction of that living on the exoplanet and well below expected targets. If the World Government was serious about transferring all inhabitants of Earth, then Exilon 5 needed more cities, more housing – more of everything.
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