The First Superhuman: Rebuilding Civilization from the Moon

In February of the Year 175 of the New Era, after a grueling three-year voyage, the Deep Space dropped out of warp ten million kilometers away from Digg-114. Cruising at approximately 60 kilometers per second, the ship was expected to officially arrive in orbit around the planet within two days.

The four main ion engines were operating at a 8% capacity. The massive spacecraft was executing a gradual deceleration to minimize its light signature and reduce the risk of being detected by any native inhabitants.

After months of intense debate and political wrangling, the Federation government had finally settled on a strategy: they would act as quiet "observers."

They planned to discreetly study the planet first, checking for signs of life, identifying any surviving natives, and gathering detailed ecological data before making their next move. It was the exact same cautious approach they would use for any highly advanced, mysterious alien species.

Jason himself strongly favored this conservative approach.

Naturally, the crew hadn’t been idle during their three years in transit. They had been tirelessly constructing a second Titan-class warship! Now, with two fully operational Titans docked on either side of the Deep Space, the crew felt a profound sense of security.

The ship’s observatory became the busiest hub aboard, packed to the brim with Senior Scientists closely monitoring Digg-114.

At this relatively close range, they were already pulling in massive amounts of data.

"The planetary profile is remarkably similar to Earth, though its total mass is roughly 122%. The overall gravitational pull is only slightly higher... perfectly within acceptable human parameters!"

"It has two natural satellites. The inner moon is very similar to our old moon, with roughly 87% of its mass, orbiting at a distance of 243,000 kilometers..." the scientists chattered excitedly.

The original Earth moon had orbited at a distance of 380,000 kilometers. At just 243,000 kilometers, the tidal forces acting on Digg-114 would be immense.

"We estimate the planet’s oceans are incredibly turbulent, plagued by massive, violent wave systems!"

Beyond the inner moon, there was a second, much smaller satellite. It was merely 230 kilometers in diameter, orbiting at a staggering altitude of 970,000 kilometers. This outer asteroid was so small that its gravitational pull was almost negligible. The Deep Space quietly adjusted its trajectory to use this tiny moon as a physical shield, avoiding any stress on its own hull materials from stronger gravity wells.

An astronomer was busily drafting a comprehensive report, fascinated by the entirely green planet on their screens. Based on their initial scans, several aspects of the world were deeply anomalous.

It wasn’t just the natural phenomena that were strange. The sensors had easily detected the remnants of a global civilization... but there were no functioning cities left! They were all reduced to ruins.

After half a month of intensive scanning with long-range observation satellites, they hadn’t found a single active power grid, no transportation networks like cars or trains, and absolutely no bustling indigenous settlements.

It was simply unbelievable.

"Could the native species have gone completely extinct? Just entirely wiped out, leaving this pristine, ready-made world for us?"

"It’s bizarre. It has to be the result of some apocalyptic disaster..."

The scientist continued discussing theories with his colleagues while drafting his report. Utilizing his neural implant, he beamed his thoughts directly into the terminal. This direct brain-to-machine interface made writing incredibly fast; whatever he thought instantly appeared on the screen, maximizing efficiency. Over the years, this had become the standard way of working for the Federation’s elite.

The astronomer continued dictating: "...Digg-114 is entirely green and predominantly covered by oceans, which account for approximately 93% of its total surface area. Only 7% is solid landmass. Due to this vast oceanic coverage, precipitation is extremely high, and the planet’s surface is constantly shrouded in thick, fluffy cloud cover. This has made a complete surface topological survey via satellite impossible."

He paused, pondering for a moment before adding: "We still don’t fully understand why the planet appears green instead of blue. It might be due to a unique mineral composition in the oceans or a specific type of widespread algae... We will need to collect physical samples to verify this."

"...Surface atmospheric pressure is roughly 1.1 times that of Earth. Oxygen levels sit at a comfortable 19.9%, but the global average temperature is a sweltering 32 degrees Celsius! Trace amounts of unknown organic compounds have been detected in the atmosphere... their exact nature is pending chemical analysis. Furthermore, trace concentrations of methane have triggered a runaway greenhouse effect, completely melting the polar ice caps!"

"...Scans of several major urban ruins have revealed residual radiation signatures, highly indicative of global nuclear strikes..."

Soon, the finalized astronomical report was delivered to the bridge. Jason frowned as he read it over, feeling a complex mix of relief and anxiety.

The good news was that Digg-114’s parameters, while not absolutely perfect, were definitely close enough to Earth’s to be viable. Compared to the barren wastes of Mars or the freezing hell of Nyx, it had vast oceans of liquid water, and its gravity, temperature, and atmospheric pressure were all highly manageable. If they could neutralize the local microorganisms and filter out the unknown organic airborne compounds, humanity could theoretically breathe the air without suits!

His primary concern, however, was the safety of the Deep Space. He had no idea if their presence had already been compromised.

The mothership was an absolute behemoth, stretching forty kilometers in length! Even though its hull was coated in advanced stealth plating and they were running under strict radio silence, the risk of detection remained. They were too close to the local star, meaning the sector was saturated with visible light and cosmic radiation. Hiding a forty-kilometer-long spacecraft in such a brightly lit environment was incredibly difficult.

Ultimately, despite the planet appearing dead and ruined, the council decided to play it safe. They would keep the Deep Space parked at a safe distance to avoid any hidden planetary defenses or unforeseen dangers. It was always better to be safe than sorry.

This meant the fleet of smaller frigates they had spent years building would finally see some action.

"It’s time, Captain," his adjutant suddenly announced, pulling him from his thoughts.

Jason nodded, straightening his uniform as he walked out of his office.

Days had passed, and the orbital satellites still hadn’t detected any active threats. The sprawling, silent ruins of the alien world were practically begging to be explored. After all, scavenging the remains of a fallen civilization held a certain undeniable allure; it was just human nature.

The next logical step was to deploy automated drones and a manned reconnaissance team to the surface!

Down in the primary staging bay, 1,600 Federation Marines and 1,400 specialized researchers stood in perfectly disciplined ranks. They were to be the vanguard, the first planetary exploration team.

Jason stood on the observation deck, looking down at them. Most of them were incredibly young, third or fourth-generation citizens born entirely within the Noah. Very few first-generation Earth survivors were among them. Even with his genetically enhanced memory, it was impossible for Jason to memorize the names and faces of all 800,000 citizens.

He took a deep breath, his voice booming over the PA system. "Ladies and gentlemen, you are about to embark on our very first extraterrestrial planetary exploration mission... Your target: Planet Digg-114! Are you ready?"

"Sir, yes sir!"

The combat veterans standing at the front of the formation, including Marcus and Shane shouted at the top of their lungs, their faces flushed with a mix of nervous tension and adrenaline. It had been years since they had seen real action.

Behind them, the younger recruits stood ramrod straight. This was their very first live deployment. They were buzzing with excitement, but their strict military discipline kept them completely silent.

Jason felt a surge of pride looking at the tightly knit ranks... but a lingering worry still gnawed at him.

Humanity had only recently stepped onto the galactic stage. The older generation still viewed the universe as a dark, unforgiving place. They inherently assumed that even the ruins of a primitive civilization could harbor lethal traps. That paranoia was a survival instinct.

The new generation, however, completely lacked that ingrained vigilance. They had grown up in the safety and relative luxury of their sheltered society. They were highly educated, exceptionally talented, and deeply devoted to the Federation. They made phenomenal scientists and engineers.

But these new recruits had never tasted the bitter reality of a desperate war, nor had they ever looked true death in the eye. They seemed almost... naive. Some instincts simply couldn’t be taught in a classroom or a combat simulator. That was what worried Jason the most.

Despite his misgivings, the rookies needed field experience. The veterans couldn’t carry the burden forever. Besides, Austin would be leading the ground forces, so things shouldn’t spiral out of control.

"I won’t waste your time with a long speech. Even if we encounter surviving natives, do not panic. We are the technologically superior force here; do not underestimate yourselves! Your arsenal is lightyears ahead of anything they could ever field. If things go south, the fleet can flatten a mountain range in seconds... Remember this: the Deep Space will always have your back!"

With a sharp salute, Jason gave the final order. "Move out!"

The first thousand personnel marched into five Leviathan-class dropships, each measuring over 300 meters long and 150 meters wide.

The remaining two thousand boarded the Titan-Z, a mountain-sized spacecraft that was, aside from the Deep Space itself, the most heavily armored mobile war fortress the Federation had ever constructed!

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