Breaking the Seals

THERE WAS ONCE a grim, prison-like culture on some other planet. Generations lived and died hoping for the end to the war.
People had adjusted themselves to their artificial environment and lived short, miserable, highly-controlled lives. Now, the make-shift society was breaking down as resources finally dried up

There were gates to the compound, locked until word reached them that it was safe to exit. But no word came and they waited and waited.

It occurred to one person that word would never come. They argued for breaking the seals and going out to see for themselves. There was a great deal of fearful resistance but, in the end, they went out…unto a new Eden. The war was long over and no one had told them. Perhaps there was no one left to do so. As they stared in astonishment at their recovered world they agreed unanimously that they’d care for it properly this time.