Welcome to the planet Peponi: paradise for some, purgatory for others, and the setting for one of the galaxy's most diplomatically awkward science fiction standoffs.
In this interstellar morality play, humanity has boldly gone where no bureaucrat should ever tread—colonizing a planet already inhabited by a peaceful indigenous species. Oops. Cue the paperwork, the guilt, and the endless debates over ethics and alien etiquette. The story zooms in on a post-colonial mess where idealism smacks headfirst into the blunt force of realism, wrapped in enough irony to power a small reactor.
Over the course of a taut, dialogue-driven narrative (think courtroom drama meets alien anthropology), the tale unfolds like a cosmic debate club: one side wants to make amends, the other argues the past can’t be undone, and everyone’s stuck sipping lukewarm tea at meetings that could’ve been emails.
It’s sharp, it’s snarky, and it holds up a mirror to our own messy history—with fewer laser guns than you'd expect, but far more biting insight. Consider it Star Trek with a side of guilt and existential dread. Just the way Baker liked it.
