n a later day than now, there was a boy named Zarg. Zarg was not just an average boy. He was an excellent student, a good baseball player, and he held the record for learning to transport an apple across a room at the very tender age of six and a half.

However, he was bored with life. It was all the same. In the morning he'd wake up, eat a nutritious breakfast of spinach and tofu, with a flavor pill added to make it taste like good sugary cereal, orange juice, and toast. But of course he couldn't have real orange juice or toast or cereal because now wheat and oranges costed a fortune and were only grown on some parts of Earth, and a small area of his own planet, Nitron. He would ride on the electromagnetic train to school, which would take about 1 minute, but soon it would take less because the new model would be installed. It was really quite an old fashioned school. He would be taught and tested, and in science class they would snap wires together for an hour, and then hopefully make a chair transport from the lab to the lunch area, so people would be able to sit down and eat lunch. Lunch at the school was poor since the school provided flavor pills to add to the tofu, but the flavor pills were of low quality. He would then finish the school day, and have a baseball practice, where, of course an electronic ball collecter would pick up dropped ball so no one had to move at all during the practice.

Then the electromagnetic bus would pick them up at the field and then he would be home. He would do his homework eat spinach with a roast beef flavor pill, and then have more tofu with an ice cream and fudge flavor pill. Then he would lay in bed, pick up his two-in-one TV controller, and press the sleep button. Immediately a light would flash and he would be asleep.

This all may sound wonderful to you and me, but this was horrible for Zarg. His picture computer books when he was young spoke of green nature, animals, and beaches and blue sky and lakes and mountains. But this planet was no longer like that. Everything was gray, and metal, and electronical. The baseball field was merely soft steal. But he remembered from his books that all humans at one time were from Earth, and Zarg thought that perhaps Earth was still good and beautiful. He would have to escape. His family were like robots, doing nothing but eating, sleeping and talking about badly needed technological improvements in their area. They were actually quite satisfied with their colorless form of life.

So, the next day, he jumped off the electromagnetic bus when it stopped to pick someone up. From there, he ran on the steel moving sidewalk until he came to the spaceport. No one ever used it. There were too happy with how life was. He went to the solo and duo ships. He saw an open duo ship, and he prepared to sprint for it an case someone might see. Just as he was halfway to the ship, he saw another boy running at it from a different direction.
They both stopped and said, "I was just..just...on a field trip."

Both immediatley new the other was lying, and they started telling each other nearly identical stories of their previous lives. The other boy's name was Xav, and they both quickly agreed to team up on their quest for Earth. They jumped in the two seats, and they took off. They just did what their teachers had told them about in pilot class. They hadn't gotten to fly, but he had lectured them well. There was one problem: Neither new which direction Earth was in. They both new it was in The Solar System with eight other planets, so they would just look for a sun with nine planets.

Soon they had left their System, The Inspiration System. There was tofu and spinnach on their ship, but no flavor pills to add, so they just ate them plain. They had never realized the stuff tasted so bad in reality. But, then again, it had many healthy nutrients. After about three days of flying, they noticed a huge planet with rings and seventeen moons.
"Saturn!" they both said with happiness.
They had only heard of this mystical planet of none other than the solar system.

A day later, after trying a few different direction from it, they came to Mars. They were both sweating with excitement by now. They turned left. After fifteen minutes, a tiny green and blue dot appeared in the distance. It got bigger and bigger until there was just a medium sized blue and green planet and moon though the windowsill.
"The moon!" they cried aghast. This the natural satellite that all others were named after.

They landed. They out of the ship, and screamed. There was a huge, mountainous green creature with a large red leg sticking into the ground and going up to the top of this. It wasn't moving. It smelled beautiful. It wasn't going to hurt them. And then they turned around and around. They were in a clearing surrounded by more and more of these. They justed stared. They had never seen this type of color. And grass! There was grass on the ground. It was soft, and natural. And another one of the one legged creatures had what could only be real oranges on it. Of course, they wouldn't dare go pick one. Who knows what it might try to do to them. Then they heard a rumbling far away.

Soon, a metal object going only about thirty miles an hour was coming towards them. It was rolling along on wheels on the ground! It stopped and a man stepped out.
"Hello. We picked you up on our radar and saw you land here in our huge garden of trees from around the world. Would you like and orange?"
They gasped as he walked over and pulled an orange of the tree. Nothing happened. He was not swallowed alive. They both tasted it and were amazed. This tasted hundreds and hundreds of times better than the orange in the flavor pills. They decided without hesitation that flavor pills would be a thing of the past for them. And had he said radar? That had stopped being used on their planet about 300 years ago. Before I leave, here's a pamphlet about Earth and all of the things that happen here. He handed them pieces of paper bound together with writing like on their computers.

Their lives were surely about to take a turn for the better.