The colony was successful. That was evident as soon as the recontact ship Daedalus
had landed. It was successful, prosperous, and everything was due to the genius and work of J Wildeblood, biochemist and planetary leader.
The world even now bore the name of its benefactor. And it was truly his empire, with a grateful, hard-working people heeding every wish of his descendants.
But the suspicious scientific minds of the Daedalus
's special crew were very uneasy. Was Wildeblood's empire all it seemed - or was there a structure visible to the eye which spelled out something a lot more blood-curdling?
"Well," I said, "we now know how to become emperors. Pick our planet, and we can take it over. WE could even have one each ... or maybe a little galactic empire."
"Let's you and me invade Earth," suggested Karen. "I have this plan, you see, for setting the world to rights ..."
"Not Earth," I said, shaking my head.
"Problems of supply," I said. "Also problems of demand. Earth is suffering from a surfeit of puppet-strings already. It has to be a colony - a virgin colony. We'd have to be there at the very beginning ... just like James Wildeblood."
"Wildeblood and Machiavelli and Alexander the Great," muttered Karen.
"Precisely," I said.