NASA. Year 3025

Darkness. Then, a flicker.

A deep, synthetic voice begins to speak. The hologram flickers to life a massive, circular projection displaying a vast, breathtaking planet.

"TARGET: SOLIVARA"

The voice is cold, methodical. It is the mission's AI, narrating the final data transmission from the deep-space probes.

The image sharpen, Solivara floats in the void, a giant among the stars. It's oceans shimmer like liquid sapphire, its atmosphere a constant golden dusk. A ring of light encircles its edge, created by its twin moons,

Lunea-5 and Oris-9.

The NASA control room is packed. Scientists and engineers, dressed in dark-blue uniforms, sit before countless screens. Their faces are illuminated by data streams, simulations, and real-time footage from the deep-space satellites.

"Atmospheric Composition: 78% nitrogen, 21% oxygen, trace noble gases"

On a second screen, graphs and numbers confirm the planet's near-perfect similarity to Earth.

"Surface Conditions: Stable. Mean temperature: 23°C. No extreme weather patterns detected. Ozone layer intact"

A scientist shifts in his seat, murmuring, "It's better than Earth"

Another screen lights up, displaying the terrain-massive continents, towering blue-and-violet forests, and mountains so vast they disappear into the clouds.

"Projected habitability: 99.7%."

The room is silent. Even the hum of machines seems distant. Then, the final statement:

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"Mission Viability: GREEN. Human colonization is authorized"

The data confirms it. Solivara is humanity's second Earth.

The hologram fades, and the room erupts into murmurs and quiet discussions. But in another part of the world, an entirely different conversation is taking place.

The President's Office

Washington D.C. Year 3025*

Inside the President's office, the atmosphere is tense. White marble floors, minimalistic black furniture, and a long window covered by white blinds. The world outside is chaotic. Flashing cameras, reporters pushing against barricades, security struggling to maintain order.

The President stands near the window, his fingers slowly parting the blinds. Through the gaps, he watches the restless crowd. The press wants answers. The world wants certainty.

Behind him, the head of NASA, Dr. Alan Veston, stands with his arms crossed. His gray hair is neatly combed, but his eyes are sharp with concern. Seated beside him is Captain Alara Graves, the pilot of the colony ship, wearing a sleek black flight uniform with the emblem of the C.S.V. Helios Prime embroidered on her chest.

Veston is the first to speak. His voice is low but firm.

"Mr. President... are you sure?"

The President doesn't turn around. He keeps watching the reporters, the desperate faces beyond the glass.

"There is no other choice"

Veston exhales, rubbing his temples. "We've only observed Solivara from a distance. No manned landings, no direct testing. We're relying entirely on long-range scans"

The President finally turns to face him. His expression is unreadable, but his voice carries weight.

"And what do you suggest, Dr. Veston? That we wait? That we waste another hundred years hoping for something better? Look outside"

Veston falls silent. The President gestures toward the window.

"Humanity is standing at the edge of extinction. War. Starvation. Resource collapse. We promised them a future, and now we have one. Are you telling me to take that away?"

A long silence. Veston looks at the floor, knowing he has no argument left to make.

The President turns to Captain Graves, the one who will lead thousands into the unknown.

"Captain?"

Alara straightens her posture. She understands what this mission means.

"The Helios Prime is ready, sir"

The President nods. His voice is quiet, final.

"Then it's done"

No more hesitation. No more second-guessing.

In the coming days, thousands will enter NeoHibernis Cells, preparing for a 200-year voyage to Solivara. The world will celebrate, believing in the dream they've been sold.

But in the President's office, in the minds of the few who truly understand what's at stake, there is only one lingering thought.

Can they really trust the data?