>The man in the suit hands you a folder, and when you dump the contents out onto your dining room table, paperwork and a set of keys with a tag that has the number “42” on it fall out.

>There’s still a faint scar on your right forearm, but you have to know it’s there to see it. >You also said that you didn’t like insects or rodents, and you were also still somewhat afraid of snakes due to an accident when you were younger. >You also noted in the Likes/Dislikes section that you preferred city life to living in the countryside. >You enjoyed the feeling of metal in your hands or watching a machine slowly come to life after rusting away in a garage or warehouse, so on the test you put down “mechanic” and “electrician” as your previous work experience. You’re pretty sure he was also half-drunk on vodka most of the time too. >That is to say he smashed them to bits with whatever he brought with him will yelling curses in Russian. >That job was interesting, mostly because the man working with you had an incredibly thick Slavic accent, and used rather unorthodox methods to getting rid of pests. >Back on Earth you mostly had odd jobs working on machinery or electronics, and one time you took a job as an exterminator.

>You weren’t really sure what the test was meant for, but apparently it was to figure out what kind of job you would be “assigned”. >Early on your second day in your new home you got a visit from another government official, bearing the results of your “test”. >Unsure of what to do, you decided to just sit around and do not much of anything for the rest of the day. >As told the day before, an official came by in the morning with some paperwork for you to fill out, and about an hour later you were finished. >Overwhelmed by all that’s been happening, you turn in early for the night. >You found out that after reading the pamphlet left to you in the kitchen, a government official would come by the next day to ask you some questions about your skills and past work experience, and two days after that you would be working in your new job. >And a living area with a couch, coffee table, a few book cases, and a 40-inch (or 127 centimeter) flat-screen television, complete with a media player. >A dining area with a table and two chairs. >A kitchen with an induction stove, oven, microwave, cupboards, countertop space, and a fridge/freezer. >A bathroom with a sink, toilet, a medicine cabinet, and a bath/shower. >A bedroom with a bed, closet, dresser, and some shelving. >It took you a day or two to unpack everything and set furniture up in your new apartment, but you finished. >After arriving in the docking area, you were herded along to one of dozens of futuristic trains, only to be sped off to what you’d later learn was called Gaia 1. >Of course they don’t really tell you what it’s going to be like living on one of the stations. >A week later you had packed what you owned, and within the day you were off to your new life. >That is of course until they announced a new lottery for the newest, most advanced station yet a week ago. >After the first successful test run, more of these stations were built, and more lotteries were held. >They’re really just giant space stations. >Both sides worked on a peace agreement, and what they came up with they called the “Integration Act”: select groups of individuals numbering at about 150 million from each species would be selected via a lottery system and sent to live on specially constructed artificial worlds to live their lives normally (or at least as normally as you can get when you’re on an artificial world while also living with an alien species). >As expected of first contacts, a war broke out and lasted several years before both sides realized why they were fighting each other.

>About two decades ago though, humanity made contact with a race that called themselves “Mamono”. >As luck would have it though, you were stuck on Earth, living with the 14 other billion people in conditions one could expect of overpopulation in the year 2115. >Your father’s father had once shown you an old video once of rockets flying into space years back, and from that moment you wanted to be on one of those rockets. >Ever since you were a little boy, you’ve always wanted to travel amongst the stars.

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