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The Colony

Myopia (POL)
We’re approaching Groth
Initiate landing procedure

Commander-in-chief reports:
Landing with no disturbances
Landscape similar to Earth’s
Adaptation without problems
Pure planet
Gives in to modern technology
On purpose?
Consciously?
Precisely arranged destiny?
Pitiless machinery
Hurts virgin soil
Primitive settlements
Transform into steel cities
Harvesters of the new world
Metropolis up to horizon
Conquer, capture
Absorb, prepare
Consciously?
Transmission abates
Signal disappears
Forgotten in space