Arrival on Haven’s Reach
It started as a dream, or at least that’s how the people remembered it. Scattered across the globe, 100 million souls were united by frustration with their governments. Yearning for a fresh start, they pooled their resources to find an untouched island deep in the South Pacific. Satellite maps showed a teardrop of lush green, ringed with beaches and hidden coves. They named it Haven’s Reach, because it promised a haven — and it was finally within Reach.
At first, everything felt almost magical. The climate was gentle, the soil fertile, and the air clear in a way few remembered from their crowded cities. People camped near waterfalls, planted vegetables along ridges, and built simple homes from bamboo and volcanic rock. There was no central authority; instead, councils of volunteers coordinated the distribution of food and medical supplies. It was as close to utopia as anyone could imagine.
Soon, the newcomers realized they’d need a leader to coordinate large projects, like roads, water treatment, and electricity. Randall Crane emerged from the chaos. He was a silver-haired businessman with a booming voice. His ability to command a crowd was uncanny. He promised fairness, transparency, and freedom. They applauded, relieved to have someone stepping ahead to organize their new society. Crane appointed “temporary overseers” for security and public Order, but few gave it a second thought. After all, they trusted him. This was their new beginning.
There would be no sprawling bureaucracy watching over their every move—no big government, no visible chains of regulation. People would live as they believed life was always meant to be lived. They would “live and let live,” but only so long as it conformed to the Order. This Order was not just a way of thinking. It was a quiet, unyielding code. It was built on God, guns, and a rigid notion of freedom.
Any “laws” were drawn from sacred texts. For most American and English residents, that meant the Bible. For others, it is the Torah or the Tripitaka, the ancient Buddhist canon. In their minds, all these scriptures whispered the same universal truths. Yet beneath that illusion of harmony, a single doctrine of control waited. It was patient and absolute.
They had arrived and begun their grand experiment with a country of their own. Self-designed to represent their basic needs and oversee their paramount security. These people, in a new land, had started what few in life had ever dared to hope for. They established their own country and a bill of rights. They elected a leader to oversee their needs. This was achieved quickly. They succeeded without ever firing a single shot in protest or against another nation.
A million people invested in their own lives and invested in one another. Most of all, they invested in an island that is now a country. It is led by a person with full power. He can choose to give anything necessary for those living there. Alternatively, he can decide to use the resources just for himself.
Representatives from each village were elected to represent those populations. They also elected a senator for each sector of the island. This formed two houses of government. Much like the United States has. Given that all these people share a common ideology, the political slant was, of course, mainly conservative. As a result, the elected leader held enormous power without checks and balances.
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