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This is the Capital City of Castlebourne. It doesn’t have any other name
besides that, which is unusual, since they seem to have an appreciation for
word puns in their other names. I suppose they just wanted to be real serious
here, which is probably a good thing. Where I’m from in the Goldilocks
Corridor, our planet didn’t have a capital. It was just a village where we
made soap. That’s really it. Several years back, we were visited by the
resistance to the Exin Empire. They wanted to know if any of us were willing
to join the movement, and fight alongside them. We didn’t understand why we
would even consider that, because for the most part, the empire left us alone.
They asked us for soap, we gave them the soap, and they left. They never
abused us, or attacked us, or anything. The resistance started educating us,
though. They taught us about the other worlds, which were being forced to do
other things to serve the Emperor. They showed us images of these other
places, involving big machines that could produce their own wares in a
fraction of the time. We were stunned. Some of us didn’t believe it. Some of
us still don’t, and presumably still live on our home planet. We were making
soap by hand. It was hard work, and the only reason we didn’t complain before
was because we literally didn’t know that there was any better way. We were
intentionally kept in the dark. Well, anyway, no, none of us joined the
resistance. We were soap makers, we didn’t know how to fight! But then a few
years later, another new ship showed up, and promised to take us somewhere
where we wouldn’t have to make soap anymore. We asked them what work we would
be doing, and they kind of laughed. No work, they said; we wouldn’t have to
work at all. This was another concept that we didn’t have any frame of
reference for. You work, it’s what you do. Not even the war-fighting people
said anything about a life where we wouldn’t have to work. After some further
education, most of us agreed to go with these other people. We flew away, and
landed on Castlebourne. They didn’t lie to us, we don’t have to work. It’s
taken some adjusting, but we’ve gotten used to just being alive and happy. I
still wanna work, though. It still feels like the right thing to do. So I came
to Capital to see how I could contribute to the governing body of our new
society. I don’t have much experience, but they were all so welcoming to me.
I’ve not been assigned anything yet, but they’re working on finding a place.
I’m sure it’s difficult since I don’t have any skills. As for the dome itself,
it’s gorgeous. Our village was dull and lifeless. I didn’t realize how much of
a struggle it was for us just to survive. In contrast, this place has trees
and other plant life. Tall buildings with hundreds of people work to make the
world a better place for us refugees. For whatever reason, we were allowed to
know how to read, but not everyone here had that luxury, yet the government is
helping, and they’re doing it in style. I can’t wait to get my new job, and
get to come to this beautiful dome every single day for the rest of my life.
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