SCIENCE? YOU WANT TO TELL ME ABOUT SCIENCE?
Our peoples were half-crazed from starvation and dehydration when they landed. Wonts twere not wanton, but pleas for survival. Food was distributed, some level of calm returned. I found a conch shell and began shouting, trying desperately to keep the panic from setting in.
WE ARE ON FOREIGN LANDS, I said. OUR HISTORY IS GONE, I said. You must trust that we are rebuilding, and that we have a plan, I said. Some did, and some did not. Many were recruited from those who recovered from the journey most quickly.
It began as a murmur, then spread like flame through fibers as hunger for food was replaced by hunger for home. A sense of unity. "We are geekhack", it said. "And we WILL survive this as a community."
