Revolution is not, by itself, a warlike action. True Revolution is utter belief that there is a better way. The warlike activities begin when the necessary changes are resisted. That being said, not all Revolutionary Ideas are good ones.
- Hohiro Raimi-Namaguchi, Founder of Namaguchi Electronics, Inventor of Neurotronic Transducer now used in Warmechs.
2006 - 2048
Situation;
During the latter beginning of the twenty-first century, fossil fuels were used in ever increasing amounts. By the turn of the next century, rampant pollution and the deliberate destruction of entire ecosystems for profit finally triggered the collapse of the global ecosystem.
Planets, like any other living organism, have ways to heal themselves and destroy contagion. The thinning of the ozone by so called green house gasses increased the amount of exotic radiation reaching the surface of the planet. The radiation combined with the altered atmosphere mutated the genetic composition of plants. This caused the animals that relied on those plants for food to mutate also.
The mutations quickly passed up the food chain until it inevitably hit the top. People began getting sick on a pandemic scale. By the time that researchers and scientist had discovered what had happened, Mother Nature had already signed humanity's death warrant. Within a hundred years, the span of one generation, the human race would be extinct.
Humanity had only just begun its expansion in preparation to visit other worlds when 'the plague' hit. The base on the moon was quarantined and maintained an uninfected population capable, if only barely, of reviving the human race if the worst came to pass on the planet.
As an emergency precaution, uninfected people on-planet and the two space stations were put into cryo-stasis and sent up to the moon base on unmanned ships. Less than a million and a half people were saved this way before no more 'healthy' ones could be found.
A 'cure' was devised, but the scientist that developed it warned that there hadn't been time to finish its testing before a desperate government ordered it mass produced and distributed. The cure did work in stopping the plague, but it did nothing to remove the threat to humanity. The cure that the government pushed through had made all the men sterile. Since the planet itself was still toxic, a permanent quarantine was put in place, and the people on the moon were encouraged to find a new planet to colonize.
Construction on a new city and space port on Mars began immediately, and as soon as there was room for them, the frozen colonists were sent on. It was after all the pods had been shipped, and a good portion of the moon base personnel were on Mars, that a super-rich, overly privileged man landed his personal yacht at an emergency airlock on the moon.
He had intended to save his family from the 'disease of the poor' by taking them to the moon. He succeeded in spreading the plague to the moon base. Within twelve hours of triumphantly arriving at the moon base, the rich asshole and his wife were enjoying the beautiful starscape outside the same airlock they'd entered; this time they didn't have suits.
The placement of the moon base under quarantine prompted the creation of a new, non-governmental agency with the sole duty of saving the human race. It was called the Breeding Guild. One of the first things the Guild did was to announce that even among the uninfected populations, male births were dangerously low. So, the Guild started a propaganda campaign to educate the people about their duty to procreate to save the race.
The newly formed Confederation Council, acting on advice from the Guild, mandated that everyone over the age of ten to wear a 'Codex'. The Codex was a device that monitored and contained a person's genetic print. It also connected, via the hypernet, to the main census computer. When a pregnancy was detected, the Codex of the mother and father were updated with the information.
A virgin Codex was silver and had a white band around the edge. Once the wearer had sex, and the slight hormonal change was detected, the white band vanished. If a pregnancy was detected, a blue or pink hash mark was added to both the mother and father's Codex once the sex of the fetus was determined. When the child was born and judged 'viable' the Codex of the new parents turned gold.
All-in-all it was almost a hundred years before the people in cryo-stasis began to be revived. Obviously, you couldn't just immediately revive a million and a half people without making sure there was room for them. So the awakenings proceeded slowly.
A few of the medical personnel thought it was far too slowly, and that something odd was going on. They'd been getting orders to shift the pods around, but none of the people were joining the population of the city.
One doctor mentioned that fact to a friend in the ConFed Marines. As per Confederation Marine Corps Regulations, the officer was duty bound as a sworn protector of the pods, to look into it. She found almost half of the pods were missing, and no one could tell her where they'd gone. During her inquires, she'd received orders from command to drop her investigation, and resume her 'normal' duties.
Appearing to do as ordered she later learned that the pods had been shipped off-world; most probably back to the moon. All under classified ConFed Council orders. Very discreetly she continued her investigation, and found several other very strange occurrences. One of those occurrences was the official order to detain males that had fathered three or more male children.
Instead of reporting her findings to her Commander like normal, she told the doctor what she'd found, who told the other doctors, who passed it on to their friends, and before anyone knew it, there was an underground movement that was against certain policies of the Confederation Council and the Breeding Guild.