He had found the same promise of hope at each capped source. Grass had begun to grow where the water had made a wet spot. The discovery gave him such hope.
It showed him that life could return to the planet. Life would return. That meant that once the caps were destroyed, the atmosphere would return to what it had been before humanity poisoned it.
The rains would return. The plant life would spring back to life. Verdant forests and lush prairies would grow.
He hoped that the elders reconsidered their idea of resettlement. He would rather they return the creatures of Earth back here to roam free. Yes, Earth would be best as an animal sanctuary.
Humanity had its new home. It really did not need to return here. They did not need to risk returning to what they had been.
If they wanted to colonize, they should look outward from where they were now. Not back toward where they had been. No need to revisit the past.
Not permanently, anyway. The animals could have Earth once they were repopulated in their respective regions. Humanity could come back and visit, leaving it as they found it.
Not that it would be hard. They no longer hunted for pleasure or even for food. They no longer had the need.
Perhaps they would have to cull the population in order to keep illness down. Then, again, maybe they wouldn’t perhaps illness was nature’s way of doing just that.
He could only hope that the elders would listen. The planet was going to be pristine. Untouched.
At least once every seed had grown and all animal life returned to its rightful place. And once the oceans were filled and once more teeming with life. Why spoil it?
Humanity had destroyed it once. There was no need in risking it happening again. Not after so much work to restore it.
Perhaps they could replace the colony on the moon and use it as a hostel where they could stay when visiting Earth. They could also clean up Mars and recolonize there.
He would recommend this as more feasible. He would push for the idea of Earth as a nature preserve. A sort of open zoo where the animals roamed free in their own environment.
The only permanent human inhabitants would be those sent to ensure each region’s animals’ full return to wildness. The keepers. They could close down the preservation zoos they had set up on Home permanently.
He smiled. It was a grand plan. He just hoped that the elders would agree.
He placed explosives on the last cap. He was finally done setting the charges. It had taken three months, but now they could free the water.
He grinned with satisfaction. Every seed had been planted. Every cap was ready to be blasted.
“Are we ready, mother?” He asked into his communicator.
“For what?” His mother returned.
“I just set the last explosives,” he responded, “are we ready for mass blasting?”
“Did you remember to place the wireless remote detonators?” She pressed.
“Yes,” he averred, “and made sure that the explosives were just enough to destroy the caps, but not enough to damage anything else.”
“Then,” she admitted, “we are ready just as soon as you are back in the ship and we are airborne.”
“Then,” he stated, “I am on my way in.”
“Any special requests?” She inquired.
“Turn on the external audio sensors,” he suggested, “I want to hear what it sounds like after the caps are blasted.”
“Very well,” she sighed, “the audio sensors will be on.”
“I’m headed back in,” he concluded, “no time to waste.”
“The hatch is open,” she averred, “just hover right in.”
“Thank you,” he stated, “I will.”
He sped to her location. He had no time to lose. They had to get to a high enough altitude that the mists of the roaring waters did not dampen their ship and cause contamination. They also had to go above the planet and deploy the relay net so that the simultaneous detonation could take place.
He hovered into the cargo bay of the ship. Getting out of the rover, he made his way to the bridge.
“We need to release the relay net,” he stated, “so we can finish up.”
“Let us get into high orbit,” his mother responded, “that should do the trick.”
The relay net was a remote operated retractable device that expanded to whatever size was needed. They would expand it completely for use, then allow it to burn up in Earth’s atmosphere. It would not cause any harm to the planet.
Once it was deployed, they reentered the atmosphere and hovered low enough to capture any sound that might emerge after the detonations. And waited.
The detonations barely registered as more than a distant pop. A soft, but growing roar followed as the waters were suddenly released. They watched on the monitor as the waters washed over the parched ground, flooding over the newly planted seeds.
It was a beautiful sight. He thrilled at the thunder of the water as it flooded forth. The sound of nature at her most pure. Most violent.
Even his mother was enthralled by the sight and sound. It was the first time he had ever seen her speechless. He smiled.
“So,” she finally gathered enough courage to speak, “this is what the elders wanted you to do?”
“Yes,” he nodded, “though I am not so certain we should recolonize.”
“Is that their intention?” She frowned.
“It was one of the possibilities, yes,” he admitted, “though not the only one.”
“What would you do?” She pressed.
“I would turn Earth into a sanctuary for the animals currently kept in the preservation zoos,” he responded, “with minimal human contact. And almost no human population…just a small number of scientists to oversee the welfare of the preserve. We could…have hover tours to keep contact to a minimum and a hostel on the moon to stay at when visiting.”
“So,” she rubbed her chin, “you’re against recolonization?”
“Yes,” he nodded again, “I am. Why colonize when we can always search elsewhere for suitable planets? What if recolonization sets off the chain of events that originally caused us to leave the planet in the first place? What if we recolonize and end up finally destroying the planet?”
“I see your point,” she averred, “and agree. The risk is too great.”