As they held hands to walk in to a new life together their eyes fell on the tattoos. They hoped it wouldn’t be a problem. They were a relic of the past, their college days. The Anchored To Earth movement had been gaining momentum. Swayed by the emotional speeches made by the eloquent leaders they had pledged allegiance to it.
But over time Trent and Beth had come to see it for what it was, a desperate attempt to resist change even though the change was the only viable option. Earth’s resources were already stretched to it’s very limits as it struggled to keep a growing population alive.
Yet, the ones terraforming hostile planets to ease the burden on the mother planet, were branded traitors. With few resources and much ingenuity, the colonies they had set up on a couple of foreign planet were starting to thrive. The anchored traditionalists resented their success and often resorted to violence and subterfuge to thwart the pioneers.
Trent and Beth had managed to get away from them. They had only to step into the spaceship and all that would be behind them. The lady checking their tickets noticed their tattoos. The couple panicked as they saw her eyes linger on them.
But then she smiled. “I am glad you were able to rethink your beliefs with an open mind and embrace change. Few can do that. Welcome aboard.”