"Welcome to Jerin 165," the automated voice rang out as we walked down the halls of the Jerin Spaceport, "We are glad to welcome you all, visiting, returning, or staying, to the only inhabitable planet in the Jerin System. For those current residents, please proceed to the left, following the green path, for those visiting, proceed straight with the yellow path, and for those moving here, continue to red."
So I walk with my older brother, Pierre, and my older sister, Charlotte, towards the inevitable customs.
"Move it!" some customs guy calls at the people in front of us, they look like a Homaman family, and the parents, and five kids, two of them under three, are not well put together. But they enter the black booth, and we don't see them after that. So we enter the next booth, and inside there isn't anyone, just a screen, and a mouse, and we have to fill out some forms about our residency, then have a picture taken of us.
Name: Birgitte Nordskov
Age: 16
Previous Place of Residence: Azha 3
And on a bit more, but it finished with a camera flash, and Pierre, Charlotte, and I walk out, and we're done. I mean, we're done. Back at Azha, entering the planet with residency intents mean hours of forms, and to get into the cities, 20 minutes more. Here, we're done, and it seems to me that we're not going to have much trouble getting into Kheela, the main city where we're moving to. And to be perfectly honest, to get to any of the other cities, we'd be taking a aircraft to get to the other side of the planet, where the other two cities are. Everything else is uninhabited.
So grab our bags, and follow the signs towards the cabbies, and get in a car.
Charlotte punches in the map to where we want to go, our new home, and the driverless car moves away from the large spaceport.
We pass through deep forested areas, much different from where we're from, here the tree leaves are more shiny and thick, like they're made for hot weather, along with cold, or potentially warm, rainstorms. The colors are more vibrant, and have more hints of blue and purple. Much prettier than the dried out green of the plants on Azha.
And we round a corner to see the vast expense of Kheela come into view. Most of the buildings are white, grey, or bright, vibrant colors. No black buildings of law back home, and none of the pastel blues and yellows. Here, it's bright and bold, just like the forests. 771Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzhuczrcbGT
As we head down towards the city, I notice that the city radiates around a central building, and circular roads radiate out, with connecting streets placed sporadically. We finally reach the outskirts of Kheela, and enter the city. And we keep on moving inwards, amd inwards. The radiated city plan is a little outdated, and the Universal System Union, or USU, is trying to remove the thirty year old plan, but Kheela doesn't care. The city has a sort of heartbeat, pulsating with large booms, and every other planet I've been on has has a frail heartbeat. Culture hasn't died here, and it won't any time soon.
We reach our home. It's in an upscale apartment, on 5th street, only five blocks from the center. The three of us siblings enter the building with our baggage, and are greeted by a boy with long, blonde hair.
"Hello," He says, with a distinctly not Jerinian accent, "you must be the Nordskov siblings. I'm Espen."
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