Once upon a time in a galaxy far, far away there was a planet called Utopia. The planet Utopia was lush with vegetation. The temperatures on Utopia were moderate and the ground was fertile, yielding beautiful and tasty fruits and berries for all the inhabitants to eat.  There were animals aplenty of varied shapes, sizes and colors.  The people were like this also, but in particular there were two main tribes of people: the blue people (sometimes called “the Blues”) and the yellow people (or “the Yellows”).  Both The Blues and the Yellows were very similar in demeanor and style - they both liked to work, sing songs, hang out with their families and form little subgroups of blue and yellow.  They lived on different sides of the planet however, and the one personality trait that separated the Blues and the Yellows was the Yellow’s thirst for travel.  The Blues were a pretty sedentary bunch; they liked to stay close to home and their fellow tribesmen.  The Yellows on the other hand loved to explore new lands.  As time passed the Yellows developed technology to travel, and travel they did – to all ends of Utopia.  Along the way they encountered the blue people and that was when all hell broke loose.

You see, instead of greeting the Blues as equals they decided to enslave them.  Even though there were many more Blues than Yellows on the planet, the Blues were no match for the Yellow onslaught.  While the Blues had been spending generations living off the land and shunning technology, the Yellow had developed the laser cannon along with their traveling machines.  Armed with only sticks and stones, the Blues quickly succumbed and so the integration of the planet began with the Yellows on top and the Blues as their unwilling servants.

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If you were Yellow during the next several generations your life was great.  The Yellows industriously built factories to advance their travel and weapon technologies, while the Blue people were forced to build up the towns for the Yellows:  building bridges, roads and homes; picking fruits and harvesting the land.  Their main chore however was mining for silver rocks.  Silver rocks were the most valuable thing on the planet (according to the Yellows) and to them you couldn’t have enough silver rocks.  The Blues mined the silver rocks religiously and every silver rock they dug up they gave it to the Yellows.  The blues were not alone in building towns and rock mining, as the Yellows had found ways to exploit the Magentas, The Reds and The Crimson to also do their bidding as either slaves or cheap laborers. 

Over time the villages became towns, the towns became cities and the cities became a great nation called “Primary Nation”, named so because all citizens were only one primary color.  The businesses and commerce within Primary Nation was completely controlled by the Yellows, and the Blues mined so many silver rocks that they were literally scattered in the yards of The Yellow people.  The Yellows had so many silver rocks they wore them as necklaces, decorated their homes with them and grafted them onto their flying saucers.  The Yellows had it great and even though there was a small evil group of Yellows (The Yellow Ogres) who had the majority of the silver rocks it didn’t really matter because the Yellows had more than enough rocks for each family.

The Planet Utopia

As good as it was to be Yellow was as bad as it was to be Blue.  Even though the Blue worked for the Yellow they were not allowed to live in the same areas with them. They had to build their homes with leftover materials from the yellow mansions and they had to locate them far away from the shops and the main thoroughfares that they had built.  They could not eat in the same space cafes, they could not fish in or drink from the same lakes, and it was illegal for them to learn language, learn trades or buy equipment so they could mine for themselves.  They ate leftover scraps from the Yellow’s table, which made them sick and prone to disease.  If a Yellow caught a Blue mining for his own silver rocks he was beaten or killed.  The same fate awaited him if he withheld any silver rocks that he mined for his master.  Even though their spirit was not broken their conditions were deplorable as the Blues were relegated to the segregated areas called “Shitsville” where there were few businesses, fewer stores and nary a silver rock to be found.   And so was the life of the Blue and the Yellow for generations and generations – until the day that is historically remembered as “The Great Blue Uprising”.

Part II tomorrow…

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