John walked briskly behind his personal aide Ashley. They had been walking for five minutes already, and John wondered where they could be heading. The two-toned grey and white hallways of the hab facility were entirely empty, save them and their footsteps, which echoed up and down the great expanse of the facility. The facility had been built to house some 4,000 men and women. But, after the disaster of the week prior, the facility instead housed only 2,000 women, and a single man, John.
The implications of this had quickly been made clear to John. The colony would need children if it was to survive and eventually thrive. No sperm donations had been brought along with the transports, as it was believed they would be unnecessary. But as the events of the past week had demonstrated, this was a serious logistical oversight. The overseer of the colony, Dr. Linda Everett, had made it clear to John that he would have to begin the insemination of women within the colony as soon as he was able. His aide, Ashely was assigned to him, to ensure he made all appointments and had everything he needed to remain healthy and dedicated to his new duty. Furthermore, two body-guards, whose names John did not yet know, had been assigned to follow him everywhere he went. Their purpose being obvious. The protection of John against any threat. They now tailed a few paces behind him to his left and right, rifles in hand.