"Rain... Unrelenting endless rain", thought Julius despairingly, as he gazed outside in the dismal twilight. It had been raining now for 84 days straight. He almost longed for snow. At least snow didn’t make that dreadful noise. It hadn’t snowed in Chicago for almost 6 years now. He took his eyes away from the window a bit, part to look in the mirror, and part to get a chance to look at his bright room, so he can accurately envision Eden3Alpha, the miracle planet three light years from earth. A planet full of sunshine and beautiful beaches. His next home.

Julius Poe and his wife were still reeling from the fact they were one of the 36 people chosen to settle in the new colony. For the last three years now, the government of the Supreme Continent had been sending people there to settle and colonize the planet. But something about the whole thing bothered Julius. Once there, no one ever wanted to come back to Earth. Combined with the fact that it took almost nine months to get there...Even using the Vigor Drive, shooting the capsule in space at over 1.2 million kps. Or the fact that the Vigor drive didn’t activate until it reached Ophelia, one of the 18 moons of Uranus, adding at least 30 days of "wake travel". Or even the fact that the company that ran the whole operation had some very questionable record. Starco Inc. was the first company to send civilians into space that required a month or more of cryo sleep... and the first company to loose two ships in a row, and over 300 souls, in space. But the fact w as that the planet was truly as close to paradise as humanly possible; and this was their only chance to live the life of a dream.