[ WP ] Humanity spreads out over the Universe . Whole planets becomes homes for single families . You are a real estate agent .

The year is 3150. Times are tough for interplanetary real estate, especially in the Cigar and Pinwheel galaxies. People are getting tired of the galactic piracy that ravages their star-systems. The Independent Space Federation have given little resources to the people of these galaxies, party due to the intergalactic market crash that occurred a few years back and the lack of available space-marines. This made planet prices drop, and made my hellish job even more infernal. 
 
 
 I was the guy who would give tours of these... Beautiful hunks of rock. Today I was meeting a gentleman about a small planet called Tetron, a newly discovered planet, which spanned roughly 15,000 miles in diameter. This sparked the interest of several space cowboys looking for a new planet to mine for resources. However, for the right price, I found the right customer. I hit the FTL drive and headed to meet him in a neutral space district called Ursa Major in the Pinwheel galaxy. 
 
 
 When our shuttles had docked, I got to meet the quiet, timid customer that could potentially net me 326,000 credits in commission alone. Admittedly the money was the driving factor in my decision making, but soon enough I would find that there was much more valuable things to life than 326,000 credits, the most valuable object being my sanity. 
 
 
 `` It is an absolute pleasure to meet you Mr...'' 
 
 `` Denninger,'' I replied. `` The pleasure is surely mine Mr. Bennewits.'' 
 Bennewits was a short, middle aged man of about 60, brown hair, with a slight grey color filling his iris. No biotechnological implants could be distinguished from his meek body, and his health seemed sub par. What more could you expect from a billionaire? 
 
 `` Do excuse me, I have n't quite got the memory I used too.'' We both took seats to discuss space safety etiquette. 
 
 `` Now I must say to you Mr. Bennewits, though I am very excited to introduce you to the odds and ends of Tetron, you are aware that when we leave the neutral space district we're no longer under ISF ( Independent Space Federation ) security?'' I asked. 
 
 `` Oh absolutely,'' he exclaimed `` nobody would ever bother me out here. This is the prime life. This is what my parents used to dream about; finally going out and buying their own planet.'' 
 
 `` And I could n't suggest a better planet than Tetron for your family back home. All scanners show that it has an atmospheric pressure equal to 12.3 pounds per square inch, and the planet is covered in lush forestry and biology. It's perfect for the Earth-like family feeling.'' I did n't quite catch if he had told me about any spouse or kin back on his home planet. But his lack of a response led me to believe he was a single, somber man. 
 
 
 As we waited for the analytical computer to process our destination, I decided to spark up conversation to break the awful silence of space. 
 
 `` If I may ask, what work did you do to bring you such a mass of wealth?'' 
 
 `` Oh my boy, I was gifted this by my father when he passed. It's been many decades since then. No, no, I never had to hold down a true job. That is, until I pledged to serve with the Interstellar Space Academy when I was about your age. I went off to fight in the Pirate Proxy Wars in the M108 galaxy nearly 20 years ago. What an awful time for intergalactic sovereignty.'' 
 
 `` I had no idea Mr. Bennewits, what an honor...'' Before I could go on he interrupted me. 
 
 `` An honor?'' He looked at me perplexed. `` There is no honor in the silence of space. You see men twirling around in circles as they eject, only to float to their inevitable death. There is no cry for help, just a small ant floating on as it gets smaller and smaller.'' He stared off into the black abyss and left the cabin quiet for quite some time. `` I do n't mean to make this so uncomfortable for you, I must apologize. Guess some things just never leave.'' 
 
 As we drew near to Tetron our pirate interdiction sensors began to raise alarm. The rear cameras showed two Class-C rouge smuggler ships heading straight for us. I reached for my liquid-hydroxide switch to boost us into super-cruise, and as we jumped I could see that we were going too fast for a guaranteed safe atmospheric re-entry. 
 
 We began descent into Tetron; the temperature gauges were slowly but surely gaining. The impact of atmospheric force launches Bennewits and I out of our seats, leaving the autopilot to attempt a safe landing. Our speed and temperature rising, Bennewits had been knocked out it seems, and I'm busy praying to whatever miserable deity would let me continue my saddened existence. Just as I was losing grip on the grated floor, there was a sudden impact that knocked me cold. 
 
 As I awoke in a room full of melting wires, plastic, and the awful stench of burning smoke, I looked around for Bennewits. He was nowhere to be found. 
 
 `` Bennewits!'' I cried out. No response. `` Bennewits!'' 
 
 I picked myself up off the floor, and headed for the rear exit of the shuttle. When I made it through the last room, I saw that the door had already been opened. `` Bennewits!'' Still no use. 
 
 I hopped out of my spacecraft onto what I thought was something out of a'Intergalactic Geographic' magazine. It was absolutely beautiful. I could breathe fresh air and smell the trees, but as I looked down I saw two lines in the dirt. It looked like someone had been dragged out from... 
 
 
 `` MR. BENNEWITS!'' I screamed. Still no answers. I followed the lines until I could no longer tell where they went in the grass. As I wondered around these green knolls, and lush flower beds, I could n't get the feeling of imminent death out of my head. What could've taken Bennewits? What disturbing monsters have we yet to document that could be living on this planet? 
 I walk for about a good hour before I see something off in the distance. Smoke? Smoke! It's only about a mile away. I decide I have nothing else to base my choices on. I could turn around and die alone in the forest, or I could go forward and die in some giants cooking pot. 
 
 
 As I make my way closer and closer, I see someone in the distance. 
 `` Bennewits!'' I yelled. The face turns to me, and then runs off towards the smoke. As I drew in, I could almost cut the tension with a knife. My guts have balled up and my legs have grown weak. Then suddenly it all goes black. 
 
 
 I wake up, vision blurred. Two knock outs in one day really does some damage on the senses. I looked to my left and saw Bennewits sitting next to me, hands tied to a post behind him. And then I looked up, and I saw other people. 
 
 
 `` Good morning sunshine.'' One of them says to me. 
 
 `` I... What are you doing to us?!'' 
 
 `` This is only for our safety, believe us.'' He smiles. 
 
 `` For YOUR safety? Who the hell are you?'' 
 
 `` The more important question at hand is who YOU are sir.'' 
 
 `` My name is Austin Denninger. I come from the Andromeda Galaxy. This is my... erm... friend, Mr. Bennewits. He comes from somewhere in the Virgo constellation.'' I decided it was best to speak for my client while he was... otherwise engaged with sleeping. `` What are you and your people doing here? This planet is currently restricted and up for purchase.'' 
 
 `` That is where you, and all other people are wrong. We were born here.'' 
 
 I could n't believe what i just heard. There has n't been a single planet on the Planetary Real Estate Chart that has been inhabited, at least not in any of my past experiences. 
 
 `` How could this be? We've only just discovered this planets' coordinates a few months ago.'' I asked. 
 
 `` Oh, is that what they've decided to tell people now? Well let me get this straight for you, me and my people were born here. And if we were n't born here, we were sent here.'' His demeanor changed from a victor proud of his new catch to an anger filled meat sack. 
 
 `` What do you mean you were'sent' here? They ca n't extradite people to other planets! It's part of the Intergalactic Constituent Agreement!'' 
 
 Well, that's enough for tonight. I've been writing for a good 40 minutes, and it's 4:20. I'm sorry for the cliffhanger ending, but it's not too good anyway.
