"I'd really like to be closer to a beach," James Xander was saying. "I mean, we're two hours away from the nearest beach. Longer because so many roads have been reclaimed by nature."
"Take a house," said his friend, Sato Yamasoto. "Look, no one is ever coming back for them."
"I know," agreed James. "But didn't it feel weird, just moving into someone's house?"
"Not once we found an empty one. Eventually, they'll all be empty. That's just a matter of time."
"Sun's pretty sure about that?" asked James.
"Yes, we're all sure," Sato said. "Sun compared her findings with the few biologists left around the globe, and they all agree. The isotope will totally disintegrate any dead organic remains left exposed."
"Wow, that's amazing."
"I know. Anyway, if you really want to live near a beach, you should grab a plane and come to California and take a place. Plenty of nice mansions here. Lots of room for kids and their kids. The whole family would love it if you guys lived nearby. And the weather is amazing!"
"Sir, we're receiving a strange transmission," said Communications Tech David Johnston.
"Strange? What do you mean, 'strange'?" asked Commander Jacobs.
"That's unclear, sir. It seems normal, but it's not on any of our frequencies. If I didn't know better, I'd swear it's coming from Earth, sir."
"Earth?! That's impossible!" cried Jacobs. "Let's hear it!"
Johnston put the audio on the loudspeaker.
"... has written some fantastic flight trainer games for the ALS and sent them out. You could learn from that. Plus, those Plasma-jets practically fly themselves."
"Sato, it's not like I don't want to come over there. We both want to live closer to you guys. Plus, Zoey has always loved California, so It wouldn't be a tough sell. But I don't know about flying. I just don't trust my ability to fly myself."
"Who is this? Identify yourself!" said Commander Jacobs.
"Fine, you big baby!" laughed Sato. "Hang on," he said as he ran some quick calculations. "San Francisco to Charlotte is only a 45-minute flight. Jason can zip over there and pick you guys up and bring you out here. You guys could be here in time for dinner!"
"I repeat Identify yourself! Who are you and why are you on this frequency?!"
"... Jason is an excellent pilot. Hell, I can take off and land okay, but you know how he is with those videogames. His flight training is like test-pilot level. If there's any kind of issue in flight, you'll be in good hands."
"WHO IS THIS??!!" yelled Jacobs, wondering why these people are so blatantly ignoring him.
"Sir, I don't think they they're receiving us. I think we're just accidentally overhearing their chatter," offered Johnston.
"Where is it coming from?"
"Well, sir, it's not coming from anywhere here on Mars, and it's not from
Yue,"
"You-ay? What's that?"
"Sir, the lunar station was built primarily by China. 'Yue' is Mandarin for 'Moon'. Anyway, the signal isn't from here or 'the Moon,' if you will. That leaves Earth."
"Our youngest just turned one, and we're sick of this bunker. I mean, it's huge, but I want a
house
house, you know? I'm in. Let me talk to Zoey," said James.
"That can't be from Earth," said Jacobs. "Everybody there died."
Johnston clicked off his receiver. "We don't know that for sure. And we've been more worried about our own survival to go back to look for survivors there."
"I heard there was some kind of radioactivity in that year-long dust cloud," said Jacobs. "Once the dust cleared, it looked like everyone was dead. We didn't detect any surface activity for months, so we stopped looking. Planet looks okay, though."
Johnston asked, "Why aren't we trying to go back?"
"In what?" asked Jacobs. "The ships we came over in weren't designed for a return flight. We disassembled the rockets and we're using them to power the city. We're mining and processing more metals, but we need to build infrastructure here. With the resources we have, we can either use them to build a life here for everyone, or to send just a few back to earth. And for what? No, son. A mission to Earth is as far away as a Mission to Mars used to be."
"What about the survivors there?" asked the young officer.
"They're on their own. They've been on their own for years. They don't sound like they're suffering. Tell you what. You find a way to make contact, and we'll see what happens next."
"Yes sir. I'll get on it."
For the next few weeks, Johnston tried everything he could to contact the people talking to him from earth. But they weren't actually talking to him. They were talking to each other, about the most mundane of things. From what he could tell, it looked like there weren't a lot of survivors, but they were pretty decent shape. And there did not seem to be any shortages of, well, anything.
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On Earth, Jason Yamasoto landed the small but luxurious jet in the clearing near the bunker belonging to the Xander family. He shook hands with James and Zoey, and hugged their three children who saw him on their video screens as 'Uncle Jason.' There was no need to pack a lot. Everything they needed was readily available where they were going. Jason deftly handled the luxury jet for the hour-long flight back.
James, Zoey and their children spent the next few nights in the Yamasoto's mansion... there was plenty of room for everyone, including the five children present. The next week, James and Zoey moved into a seven-bedroom mansion that was just across the street from where Sato and Kiri lived. Jason and Sun lived on the other side with their two children. All James and Zoey had to do was dust and clean out the pool.
The days passed in a blur as Jason, James, and their families settled into their new lives. The children quickly made friends, their laughter echoing through the spacious halls of their mansions. The sun-drenched afternoons were filled with poolside games and explorations around their new neighborhood. It wasn't long before the once-foreign surroundings began to feel like home.
These palatial homes, in this location, were something none of the surviving families would have ever been able to afford before the meteor. But their owners had not survived the meteor or the ensuing apocalypse, while the survivors had. They moved into gigantic, ultra-luxurious homes and settled into a new life. Sato and James began urging other survivors around the globe that perhaps it was time for them to start moving closer together.
While some insisted they liked their solitude (there were only a few thousand people left on earth), Sato and James both emphasized the importance of people being there for each other, especially in times of trouble. While the isotope did remove virtually all sickness and aging concerns, loneliness could be just as deadly. Plus, with all survivors quickly having children, it was argued that in addition to love and nurturing, children needed other children. As a result, much of the surviving population made the journey from wherever they were to the Northern California coast. Jason Yamasoto was now the best pilot in the world. Using the plasma-Jet transport planes sitting idly at airports all over the world, and he and his sister Sun ferried survivors back to the growing human enclave. They began to rebuild civilization there, in the California sunshine, surrounded by beauty.
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Zoey Zander was in her new office playing with the radio equipment. Five years ago, she had figured out a way to bounce her radio signal off satellites left in orbit around the planet. As a result, all the survivors on Earth were able to communicate with each other. At first, it was thought that there were up to 2,500 people left on the planet. As it turned out, that number was off by a bit. In reality, there were about 5,000 people alive on earth right now.
Much like in the days before Impact with cellular communicators, everyone could see and speak to anyone else on earth with the touch of a button. She had never tried to reach anyone on Mars, or on the Moon, because there was simply no reason to. So, she was quite surprised when she heard an unfamiliar voice saying he was from Mars, and asked her to answer.
"This is David Johnston of the Mars Humanity Initiative, or the MHI. Are you receiving this transmission?"
Zoe ran to grab her father. "Dad, we're receiving a transmission from Mars!"
"Mars?" he said. "How's that possible?"
"I think they're just reaching out. You're the Head of the family! Go talk to 'em!" she said, smirking.
"Fine," he said sighing. He went to the computer. "Hello, this is James Xander. I am receiving your transmission. Who's this?"
Johnston replied, "We accidentally intercepted some radio traffic from Earth. We were not aware that there were any survivors on Earth. Do you know how many there are? Who should we contact for your government?"
Zoe and James looked at each other. James and several other families had already discussed this possibility, that they might be contacted by Mars.
David said, "Are you the only people there? Who are you two? Where are your parents?"
James answered, "Well, to answer your questions, we thought there were as many as 3,000 survivors on earth. As it turns out, as far as we can tell, there's about 5,000 people on earth now, though people are having children, so that number is growing. Survivors are spread out all over the world with just a handful in some countries, not even every country.
"There is no government. The highest level of government there is right now is the family and each family has a head. And the only thing that designation means is that's the person who speaks for the family. Whether it's a family of two or a family of ten. But a formal, official government? That's not what we have today.
"Our parents didn't die in the impact, but the radiation that came after killed almost everyone on earth. This is my sister." At that point their two children wandered into the view of the screen "Mommy who's that?" asked their oldest.