My siblings and I recently had to move to another planet. I knew why. I had to fix this somehow.

Our parents were killed by the explosion. I was the second oldest, making me and our oldest sister in charge of the little ones. Each day we worked on a plan to re-create the planet that we had previously lived on. It had exploded and it was our job to fix it. I had the fortunate advantage of being very advanced in technology and coding so I was working on a programming solution. Standing at the edge of the rock wall that separated the two planets, I worked my magic. I used technology and science to re-create the planet. My sister was behind me watching me, fascinated by what I was doing.

“I’d be careful if I were you...one move and our planet gets wiped of all life.” she warned. I knew what I was doing this time. Not like the last time that caused the accident in the first place.