N7 has changed greatly from when I first woke up.
There are small patches of grass that while scraggly and unhealthy looking were still struggling to survive were there was once no possibility for life at all.
It has an atmosphere, one no longer choked by a perpetual blizzard of ash and cinder.
The ocean no longer a the home to monsters, and cleansed of any poison.
It's a world no longer wounded, and one ready for the FECs to do it's thing.
So I had the PSU unit around the planet use the very few left over fabricators it possessed to start building FECS units all across the planet. Meanwhile I would using the Spires to bang out the last few kinks in the atmosphere, and preparing the parameters for the FECS to operate on.
Ones that are hopefully strict enough to prevent another N5 from becoming a thing, or at least ensuring that any monster that comes about is one created by my design. I mean, a world of flowers and trees inhabited by nightmares seams oddly fitting.
I also want my dragons dammit.
My Garden is to put it bluntly, more secured than a politicians bank account. The problem with this is the sheer amount of protections I've had to clear in order to have the dome open up. I mean they functioned as expected, and pretty much ensured that even trying to harm a single blade of grass would take godly amounts of firepower to bypass, but damn is it slow to turn off,
You heard that right, the atmosphere is as close as it's going to get to the gardens own so it's time to pop my little bubble.
If you couldn't tell, I'm more than a little anxious about this. Heck I've almost aborted the action several times by now.
I know I shouldn't be this worried about it, I'm not even taking down the walls just opening the domed ceiling. Not even counting the force fields and various other security features, just the actual physical ceiling.
I know it's just paranoia, but the very idea of a single one of these flowers, single moss colony, or god forbid the Tree Hub itself dieing. I can feel my emotional restraint program preparing to activate once more even as I feel my own internal systems stutter worse that a school girl confessing to her crush.
I can feel it as if I'm about to stumble into some kind of abyss.
But I can't let that stop me.
If I don't take this step than I will never allow these plants the right to grow as high as they can. The Right to Strive forward, and Thrive on it's own merits.
I of anyone don't have the right to deny anyone the right to build something, I've already done it to many times.
To many sparks that I snuffed out in the cradle.
So no I will open up the garden, I won't allow my fear to steal the breath from another creature before they are even born.
Not that I can, seeing as in that moment a mechanical chime sounds out as the domed ceiling retracts and every bit of life inside get it first taste some something other than artificial sunlight.
I have made my choice, now I just have to live with it.
The Spear was Surprised when I opened the dome, it even seemed worried as it projected it's AT field out. Covering a substantial amount of the garden, seemingly expecting something horrible to happen.
It took it almost ten minutes before the orange field sputtered out in what I'm sure was shock, as the spear pulled itself from the soil it had made it's home. Floating upwards not even noticing, or more than likely caring about the several defenses it wen through as it made it's way to float above the garden.
Using whatever sense it had to see, I don't think it expected the rest of the planet to have any life. Let alone the amount the FECS had developed in the past two weeks.
I could tell this mainly because the spear fell back to the earth motionlessly, not even landing tip first but at a weird side angle that had it's shaft meeting the ground first.
I think I managed to cause a spear to pass out from shock, or at the very least, sensory overload.
I'm not sure how to feel about that.
