ChapterTwentySix: Over Population

December 2155

It was now December. It was the holiday season, with Christmas music and decorations all over the Six-City-States. Celebrating religious holidays were still being observed, regardless of religion.

In the London-inspired city of Landon, it held the Central Government for ruling all of the Six-Cities, the only city in the small island of Britannia. It had a monarchy from Britain back on Earth, and a Prime Minister. Yet the Central Government has made little to no connections to the Native cities back on the main continent.

The Prime Minister was in his office when he was approached by a group of his advisors. He asked them while staring at the bright screen known as his tablet, "Yes?"

One of the advisors told him, "Sir, the Six-Cities are suffering from overpopulation. The Transfers keep multiplying. The military are unwilling to expand the territory within the fences. We can't keep building apartment high-rises. And we are not about to create new underground cities."

"So...where are you going with this? Move the Transfers to the Native cities?"

Just before the advisors replied, the Prime Minister told them, "Look, I get that we need more room for the Transfers. Why do you think I ordered the government to create more cities on this island?"

One of the advisors replied, "But we don't have much time. Those cities won't be ready for the next waves of Transfers."

"So move the Transfers to the Native cities? Those cities are the equivalent of pre-technology cities of Biblical proportions. None of the commuter trains are connected to those cities. Also, we know very little about the Natives other than they like to bite the Normals!"

"We can house the Transfers at the base until we have the trains connected to the Native cities. We'll order a massive construction of apartments and houses. We'll order corporations to add businesses to hire the newcomers and the Natives. We'll make sure those cities become technologically advanced like our own cities."

The Prime Minister sighed out of frustration. Then he said, "Those cities have their own nation. We don't even have ambassadors in those cities. We can't risk those Natives from committing suicide by biting the Gen-Mods."

The advisor pleaded, "Look, this is our only solution until Britannia is filled with many new cities."

He thought for a moment, and finally replied, "Let's send our first diplomat to one of the Native cities."

It was a week later. A government plane arrived just outside a Native city. A covered jeep was taken out of the plane. Out came a group of bodyguards, and the first-ever diplomat to the Native cities. They all got into the government jeep, and rode into the capital.

The buildings they drove by were made of wood. Some made of clay. They were all uniform in the shape of a rectangles. They had wooden doors and opened windows. The people were dressed what looked like patched-up and reused rags. Yet, the government officials were dressed in their synthetic business suits. The people stared at the government officials driving by. It was like opposite time periods seeing each other for the first time.

The jeep soon arrived at a building much bigger than the other uniform buildings. They got out of the vehicle, and walked up to a pair of guards holding up spears.

The diplomat speaks to them in English, "I am Angela Eisenhower, a diplomat from the Six-City States. I'm here on assignment to see your leader."

The guards looked at her blankly, as if they didn't understand a word she was saying. Angela knew the Natives had their own language based what she was told about the history books. Yet, she couldn't speak their tongue. So she stood there, not sure what to do.

After a minute or two of awkward silence, the door to the building was opened. A woman comes out, wearing an adorned yet patched up dress. She looked at Angela. She spoke in fluent English, "Come in."

Angela nods respectfully as she entered building. She noticed the building looked as if it was lavish. There was rusted metal all over the walls, giving a bronze look to them. Then the woman sat on what looked like a throne.

The woman spoke to Angela, "It's fine. You don't know. I'm the Queen of the nation of Rossa: Queen Safiya."

Angela's eyes widened when she heard this news. She said, "I'm Angela Eisenhower..."

"I know. I overheard you. You said you needed to speak to me?"

With that, Angela began explaining the near-dire situation within the Six-City States. She also points out the new nation of Britannia has just started building new cities on the island, but none of them would be ready for the coming Transfers.

She continued, "So the only solution would be to have the Transfers move here. Granted, we'll have to modernize your cities and have our commuter trains connect to your cities, but this is our only option to combat overpopulation. So I was sent here to ask for permission for your nation to allow our people and those back on Earth to live among your people."

Safiya looked at her as if she was in deep thought. After a minute or two, she spoke up, "Fine. I'll let your kind live among us. I'll let your people modernize our nation. Just do one thing for us."

Angela asked, "What is it?"

"Keep those Forest Tribes out of our cities."

Back in Parisian, it was a cloudy and cool Saturday morning. Cassie walked into the kitchen to grab a quick breakfast when she voices. She looked behind her, and she saw Breyden and his wife Jada watching a live news feed.

On the live feed, the Prime Minister announced that the next wave of Transfers will be moving to the Native cities. He explained the cities belong to a Native nation known as Rossa; that the cities will be modernized with high technology, housing, and thousands of new jobs; and the commuter trains will be connected to the cities.

Suddenly, Cassie gained a strange feeling in both her stomach and in her head. It was both nausea and a headache. She immediately knew it was something bad, but she couldn't deduce what it was. Once again, she felt a wall hitting her like a brick.

The couple turned to face her, and they noticed her frustrated pain. Breyden asked, "What's wrong?"

She replied with a sigh, "Something bad is going to happen since the government is having the next wave of Tranfers to the Native cities. I can't deduce what it is, but I just have this bad feeling."

Breyden gave her a hug. He said as he also sighed, "Don't worry. I feel the same way."