Prompt provided by Writer’s Digest! I do not consider myself a Sci-fi writer by any means, but I thoroughly enjoyed the challenge of this prompt. The following is an excerpt from the Outer Space Treaty written by the United Nations in 1967.
[T]he exploration and use of outer space shall be carried out for the benefit and in the interests of all countries and shall be the province of all mankind; outer space shall be free for exploration and use by all States; outer space is not subject to national appropriation by claim of sovereignty, by means of use or occupation, or by any other means; States [i.e., countries] shall not place nuclear weapons or other weapons of mass destruction in orbit or on celestial bodies or station them in outer space in any other manner; the Moon and other celestial bodies shall be used exclusively for peaceful purposes; astronauts shall be regarded as the envoys of mankind; States shall be responsible for national space activities whether carried out by governmental or non-governmental entities; States shall be liable for damage caused by their space objects; and … avoid harmful contamination of space and celestial bodies.
With that in mind, here’s your writing prompt:
It’s the year 2967, and you are the delegate from the United Nations to the Intergalactic Committee for Planetary Relations. Your mission is to persuade the delegates from the other developed and armed planets on the Committee to adopt a variation on Earth’s Outer Space Treaty in the interest of better intergalactic relations—but the vote needs to be unanimous. Everyone seems to be on board … except for the delegate from the planet Kryzlak, which is on tense terms with Earth following a dispute over mining colonies on one of Kryzlak’s moons. What happens next?
“Delegates of the Intergalactic Committee of Planetary Relations, war is upon us,” I pause. I’m overwhelmed by the number of delegates and the eruption of murmuring.
“If we wish to keep the peace we must make variations to the treaty. We must be able to harvest the Lunar Basalts from Earth’s moon,” I continue. “They are our only hope of creating weapons strong enough to destroy the Annihilatins. They are relentless, ruthless killers and they will stop at nothing until they’ve claimed Earth, Lux, Ventus and Lapis. Do not think for one moment that our capture will satisfy their lust for power and resources. They will find reason to claim us all, and unless we wield weapons to stop them, we do not stand a chance.”
“Agaaaiiin wit zee lunar basalts,” Kryt, the delegate from Kryzlak, calls out from his seat. “Kryzish basalts ‘ave been harvested for centuries and ‘ave powered a myriad of weapons not only for the ICPR, but any military operation. You greedy Earthlings are always looking for ways to rob lesser planets. Mining on your moon means more jobs and more money for your people, while we Kryzlakians waste away.”
“Kryzish basalts are a far cry from lunar as they are the most deteriorated basalts in all the galaxy,” I pause again, blood boiling. Kryt has some nerve. Waste away indeed. Kryzlakians would be living in abundance if Kryt and the rest of the royal family would share the wealth. Instead they stuff their three bellies each with enough food to feed half of Kryzlak while hoarding mountains of gold within their palace walls. Yes, harvesting the moon will take away jobs from the Kryzlakians, but it will guarantee the safety of the entire galaxy. Sacrifices must be made.
“Lunar basalts have eighteen times the amount of iron and its mineral content is unchanged by water. No other basalts in the galaxy have such potential for weapons of mass destruction. We need to alter the treaty, and we must harvest on Earth’s moon. We’ve already lost Vitae and Arbor. Earth’s Board of Lunar Agriculture is prepared to begin mining immediately, and has set aside three hundred positions for citizens from other planets to claim if they wish. We must be ready, and we must work together.” I take a deep breath and scan the room. Three hundred delegates. I need at least one hundred and fifty votes. Ideally two hundred to make it unanimous.
“All those in favor?” I ask, my voice tight. Kryt mumbles something under his breath and sinks into his chair. It creaks and bends, barely able to hold he enormous man’s weight. All around the room hands shoot up into the air. Ten, fifty, eighty, one-twenty…