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It had only been a few minutes since the shuttle landed, and the pilot was already _pleading_for the passengers to quickly exit the shuttle. The rough landing made the pilots be scared from neck to toe about what kind of a meltdown the shuttle would have faced, causing them to even worry more about the passengers. And each group wore their own re-breathers and oxygen masks.

Soon, the shuttle passenger bay door opened, and the terrified passengers flooded out from the shuttle in small clusters of three. Evans, however, was seated much further away from the bay door, and went out with the last group.

Like the rest, he wore his re-breathers and oxygen cylinder, with his un-matching red suit, preparing to see a large, red and unfriendly landscape of Mars.

He thought, that he would see high red mountains of doom, (no! Not that Doom!) And small colonies scattered across the Martian landscape.

So, with some courage and curiosity in his heart, he embraced himself for what was coming and literally flung himself outside.

To his surprise, instead of the red Martian landscape he had imagined, millions of black towers emerged from the ground, piercing through small high altitude dust clouds on Mars. Millions of skyscrapers and vehicles allotted the land in a grid like attitude, and the gracious mountains of Mars looked _extinct_to his eyes.

As he continued his walk to the arrivals chamber on the spaceport landing area, he could see tens of thousands of hover cars flying through the city, some on their way home, others on the way to work. Trucks, buses and even tanks just flew through the air, and Evans caught the eye of some very young school children on their way to school, on a_ flying _ bus.

"It isn't like this at home!"_Was Evans first thought when he saw all those hovering and flying busy mechanical bodies. In his home planet of Vulcan I, which was an Earth like body, they had lasers, pulse weapons, plasma guns, space ships, cars, ion thruster planes, but not hover cars, flying buses and even tanks. For our yet-to-be-hero it was very odd. Odder than it would be for you, _you sci-fi fanatic!

As he stared at every pretty little light, cars (by car, I mean hover cars), building, men, women, children and anything he got his eyes on this peculiar red planet with a very displeasing atmosphere of_futuristicness_ (not to mention the dull color of the atmosphere)_,_finally _ arrived _to the _ arrivals _terminal.

The arrival terminals was beautiful. Tens of thousands of lights were placed on the ceilings, illuminating the terminal more than well. The windows were mostly tinted red, with many silly advertisements of many Earth found products, with nearly, every goddamn advertisement , having a furry.

You said it, they've drawn it. Foxes, wolves, cats, dogs, birds etc. They were all there. It seemed like the world was now loving them furries so much, that everything that looked like it was for hardcore furry fans and kids centuries ago, was now all normal and for all sects and classes of society.

Evans just couldn't stop looking at everything he saw here, his home planet of Vulcan I was very calm, and one could say it was only one of the more relaxed planets in the galaxy. Unlike most of the world, corporate **** businesses didn't mostly exist in their towns and cities, and advertising products were limited to certain boundaries, and citizens could only fund and help the top guns of products, the government wasn't allowed to.

So, for somewhere were the human mark of big business and big money would look so odd for a hedgehog who lived in a finer, but a bit painful, truth filled society. No false advertising, and even false hints could actually make sure the government of Vulcan I eliminate the product_(it's strict as hell in my planet ****!)_.

Well, maybe not totally small hints, but this chapter is _ NOT _ focused on such policies of advertisement , so let us continue with the story.

So, Evans then started searching for which checking booth he had to pass through. 'Inter-Planetary Arrivals' probably not. 'Inter-Continental Arrivals', probably not that one either. 'Inter-City Arrivals'? Nope, not that one either.

His gaze through the first three boards he saw didn't fit his category at all. Then, he saw the board to the last booth, which was heavily queued with arriving passengers. He read it, in which it said, 'Inter-Stellar Arrivals'. Perfect. He then rushed to join the queue, but from the looks of it, he will have to wait for a hefty long time...

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At 10:21 AM Mars High Time, Evans finally managed to exit from the stuffy rooms and halls of the spaceport onto the heavy pavements of the city's Space District. As the rest of the pedestrians on the street, he wore his CO2 to O2 converter mask

Evans gave a heavy sigh as he checked his smart watch which had adjusted to Mars High city's local time. He had waited for 2 hours only to have his passport checked and stamped before he was allowed to continue.

He visited the restaurant inside the spaceport, but the local flavors didn't taste so nice as his mother's homemade salads or his own crafty fish sandwiches he would occasionally make at home. Either way, he had come here to serve, not to eat and test out exotic flavours.

But one _might_ask the mentality of coming to serve another nation (or more precisely, federation )? I mean, can't you serve your _own_nation? I mean like, seriously, why serve a group of traders who make your race look like things made for adverts and banner ads?

Unfortunately, with the help of advertising and propaganda, the Sol Federation prevailed in making others minds to slowly adjust through the cost of history to make it look very noble to serve your allies.

Well, you can't argue with the fact that it actually is very noble to serve your allies. But, serving for a group of sons of ****s who live in a faraway land that by pure coincidence drew everything you were doing, and then started using you as freaking adverts to their population? Probably not a good idea, but their campaign was successful. Too successful.

Either way, it didn't stop the fact that finding the pre-booked hotel on Mars was going to take a very long time. And he knew he would be in real trouble if he didn't find it before evening, he would probably run out of fresh oxygen and suffocate.

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1:20 PM and Evans was starting to feel even a bit more weird about the occupants of the city, and the people who spray advertisement graffiti on their walls. Many of the colonists would look at him in_amazement_when one saw Evans by. For a furry like Evans, he could not understand that the group had only seen a furry for the first time in their lives. Then , one would wonder how much the author has gone into the world of ugly advertisement and commercialism. It should be noted that I'm not trying to bring down the major products around the world, but to show how money loving humans are in the 31stCentury.

Illegal graffiti paintings, music with subtle lyrics on advertising a product and etc. Are all _incantations_and _incarnations_ever created by man in the 31stCentury. But at least, they have furry people on their team too!

Now, going out of the world of discussion on this chapter, one must view what our friend Evans was doing again.

As we were saying, Evans continued to walk through the many districts and streets of Mars High city, each walk and step he took made him feel ice cold. Being very far away from the sun can make it feel like dry Antarctica, but it's much than there on Mars folks! I mean, there's a lot of iron and conspiracies surrounding this place.

Now as we were _again_saying, Evans continued to walk through the roads and pavements of Mars High city, going past nearly every shop he could lay his green eyes. There were many varieties of shops, selling so many types of consumable goods.

Shaped tubes filled with neon gas lit most of the boards outside the shops, a custom done by humans to attract more customers in to their shops.

Evans would occasionally stop by a nearby shop and look through the window, then carefully examine the items placed on the window for display.

After_examining_more than 5 stores on the way to the hotel, he decided that there was nothing of particular interest. Even the laptops they had on sale failed to capture Evan's interest. Evans wanted to get back to sleep fast, and his mind wasn't interested in doing any thing else.

30 minutes passed by and he finally arrived to the hotel he had booked. _"Night Rest Hotel"_was one of the only few furry operated hotels in the area. Deciding to find a more comfortable place to stay, he booked the _"Night Rest Hotel"_as his place of stay.

Evans, though he would never admit it (until forced with a gun), that he was a bit shy. He always had some problems talking to person or people he wasn't familiar with. Especially humans. You may have some ideas about him being xenophobic don't you? Unfortunately for you, what he thinks having greater problems with humans are merely his own illusion.

And hey, who like us goddamn humans who poke our noses everywhere and anywhere? Even the stars them self hate us, colonizing planets and telling lies about global warm and practicing scapegoatism! Seriously, they must hate us to shreds!

So, Evans braced himself. He was going to walk into a sleek, high class and beautiful hotel. And he was hoping that even though it was 2:08 PM, he would not see much visitors inside the hotel. So he braced, and pulled the doorknob to reveal, a sleek and beautiful, shining, marble tiled reception office. And on the right side of hall, was one sexy-ass _inn_keeper (?). _'Shit!'_Was Evans only reaction to knowing about the fact that there actually was a very sexy inn keeper behind the reception counter as advertised. At the least, some companies do keep their word!

But that was none of his concern. His concern, was the fact that he wanted to meet someone from his own federation and at least be in their hospitality and company. From the looks of it, he did get what he wanted.

However, for our hero, he still has to talk with the lady behind the desk. And because of his shyness and incapability to speak properly until he has full or higher than 50% confidence and also, until he is on adrenaline.

Because of these un-useful factors, he is now face with a challenge! And the fact that the woman is indeed a seductive honey flavored word talker, DOES NOT HELP!!!

However, Evans could well, cancel his booking and go to another hotel, but he has no choice! What? You disagree? I created this story myself you bastard! And you're not gonna stop me from writing it the way _ I _want! No? Shut up! This is my work, and _ I do what I wanna do! _

So, Evans walked up and asked in the most polite manner he could, "Excuse me lady." Then, flirtingly (and jokingly) turned around and asked, "What's up sweetie?" Evans blushed. Cute names like that made him blush from the begging of (his) time (line). *It should be noted that the word 'Cute' is exaggeration*

"Um... I would like to take room number 1456 which has been recently booked for a 1 week stay?" The lady took out the phone and dialed a number, a number probably to her boyfriend the booking confirm desk.

After a while, it was confirmed, the 'stuff' of verification given to Evans and sent out to his room.

He went up to the elevator, switched on the grey circular button named '30** th ***Floor'* and waited for the lift to reach it's current target. He had a feeling that he was going to just go in and drop himself asleep onto the bed. It had been a tiring day for his body, and an exhausting day for his mind.

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"God... DAMN!" Evans pushed his quilt away from his face, revealing his green iris and quills again. It was already 6:45 AM Mars time, and sunlight flooded into the cold room from the window, revealing a dusty, dull landscape.

"My goddamn head!" Evans was heaving a severe headache and he was sure he hadn't even taken a pint of alcohol yesterday. He always had heard about the hangovers a person gets when he drinks too much alcohol, but he was prohibited from drinking alcohol for intoxicating yourself in the village of CXI, Vulcan I.

Never, had he felt something as worse as this headache. The pain caused by it can be described simply by quoting a line from_Wolfenstein: The New Order;_ "The Mother of All Headaches".

People who had played the game on their high hardware PCs must be noted that he does not feel like how people feel like when they knock out to sense after 16yrs of being stuck in a loony hospital. Thank you!

Then, as he was trying to find out a way to relax and think a solution, or even ask the information desk and ask for a number for a doctor, the reason _ hit _him on his head. The Hyperspace journey had caused all this trouble!

The effects of traveling through another dimension in which you can go through in FTL speeds doesn't actually make your brain better , and can disrupt a lot of things and cause extreme jet lag. Thankfully, Evans landed at the same time the shuttle took off for Mars (with the arrival date being the only difference), so he didn't feel like he was experiencing jet lag.

But he was thankfully, feeling only the _mild_side effects of hyper-travel. Severe after effects include:

Organ Failure

Kidney Failure

Heart Failure

Massacre of Brain Cells

Adrenaline Overdose

Death

Because of this, Hyperspace travel is indeed a huge gamble, but thankfully, the chance of the side effects can be minimized by doing trips shorter than 50 light years. And the effects an be exterminated by doing jumps of 20 light years and lower.

Either way, Evans should be _ very _ thankful as he had traversed a journey which was more than 150 light years just to get to Sol (0, 0, 0)!

But now, our hero is faced with on what to do on such a hanged up day.

Evans has many options to choose from on what to do. The possibly best thing to is to visit the doctor or play a video game and forget your troubles. However, he decided to take (another) nap go for a small tour around Mars High.

Now, for someone who came here to join the army, that's very odd isn't it? Don't worry, this is the future! To be precise, my_future! VISA doesn't exist anymore for furry beings. It's just total human ****! That's_right, total capitalistic corporate lovers son of a cat passport bent on giving time delays to steal and darn money from good people and then say its the law and get money and make sure that no one can stay and spy on governmental darn-its and federation business and show the world the _ truth!!! _Maybe, but maybe not be the truth, until I give another reference to this, YOU DECIDE!!!

THE FREEDOM OF CHOICE IS NOW WITHIN YOUR GRASP! GRAB IT 'N' USE IT!!!