It was prefabricated, waiting for an intelligent species to settle.
It arrived. They were complete, and undefiled. Un-engineered. They were as they were meant to be. They were aware of what they were, where they were from, and where they were going in the Cosmic Scheme of things. They took great delight in serving the community, and they had an anarchistic life. There was no government, no schools, and they made sure the population was static.
They laid eggs, they had long prehensile tails, they came into heat once a year for a week, they moved on all fours, but they had hands with short fingers, retractable claws, and opposable thumbs. On all fours, they could run very fast for a long, long time. They could build, and they were artistically motivated. They had short fur of different colours, were technically omnivourous, but rarely ate meat. Some never did. They saw the other life forms on the planet as equals. There was no crime, they lived in large prefab houses with no locks, and unrelated individuals as well as related individuals all working on diverse farms with vertical garden greenhouses, orchards, and small grain fields. The lots are large, and every household has a business like canning, cream making, glass making, instrument making, tailoring, or what else is needed.
Clothing is only worn when it's cold, for they see nothing wrong with themselves. They are not neurotic about things that don't matter. However, some do accessorise themselves.
They recycle everything recyclable, and compost organic matter. They live with the environment, and take care of it. They do not abuse the animals in any way. Some are kept for dairy and eggs, but they are treated extremely well. They have the option of shelter, but are never closed in. They are completely free to even leave, but they never do. Why leave a good thing? And no animal is ever milked dry. There is always enough left for their offspring, and they egg layers are only 'worked' for part of the year, then allowed to brood.
There is no crime, and both wild and domestic animals walk through the villages which number 500 households a piece. There is a building moratorium, but that was all right because of a static population. They had heads that looked like a cross between a cat and a weasel, with weasel-like ears, a greyhoundish build, and though they did have long fangs, they had molars similar to herbivours, for despite being capable of eating meat; it wasn't the ideal diet for them, not to mention they were against the idea of inconveniencing, harming or killing an animal for the sake of eating its flesh.
They live on long peninsulas where the weather is never too extreme. The peninsulas are connected to the mainland by many land bridges. They work for the community one quarter of their days for one half of their week, which is evenly numbered. They celebrate the seasonal changes for one of their weeks, with the semi-retired elders holding things together for those weeks. The lifespan is about 120 years, and one is allowed to hatch for everyone that intends to live no longer. When their time is through, they walk out of themselves. They never retire completely, but go to the 'back-up' worker plan when they're around 100.
The world is MINE! Somewhere else, far away, in another dimension, that another part of me is taking care of. I can't wait until this part of me that is typing this can go back to it.
