The spinner was whining as she added more ingredients; she wanted it to be as perfect as possible. She left off with the atmospherics to check the console and saw that the equation she had focused on was being calculated and seemed to be working. She moved to another window and reviewed the readings; it was time to release her creation. She pressed the necessary buttons and the object was ejected into the atmosphere at the predesignated distance from Earth. As soon as it reached its orbit, the object expanded to a size a little larger than Earth; its atmosphere was thicker to provide coverage for the cooler temperatures of space at that distance from the sun. She activated the various biometrics and the waters and greenery developed rapidly as terraforming followed its course. She looked out the double-thick glass of her laboratory at the brown and deteriorating Earth. It was time to leave.
The pixies over at the Daily Post were barking up my tree a bit today:
You get to design your own planet: tell us all about your planet — the weather, the seasons, the inhabitants. Go.
Nothing like a good bit of science fiction to get the blood going first thing, eh?
The only way I’d want to design a planet would be if this one was in such bad shape that we needed a new home. I’d put it still in this solar system at a distance a bit farther out from the sun, so it would need to be a bit larger and have a different atmosphere so we could live. At least that’s how I understand it from the masters of science fiction. But since I don’t have the ability or rank to make a world and save humankind, I’ll leave that heavy lifting to God.
And there you have it.