The planet Malta was inhabited by its sparse population, leaving much of its landscape either wild or semi-wild. The untamed areas, characterized by high soil acidity, supported only the growth of native Cardamine grasses and a few other introduced weed species from the seed banks of Hispania. This landscape appeared bleak and monotonous, reflecting the challenging early days of the Outcasts on this planet. While such wild areas were almost non-existent in the northern hemisphere, the southern hemisphere still boasted vast expanses of wild, unrefined land.
The semi-wild landscape, partially fertilized with Alien Organisms, presented a far more intriguing sight. Cultivated, more resilient, but demanding bushy golden-orange grasses were interspersed with non-native plant species sporting green, blue, or orange foliage, providing a richer and more colorful mosaic of Malta's scenery.
The fuel cell-powered car moved with surprising quietness, the only audible sound being the rolling noise of the tires on the unpaved road.
Malta represented a fusion of seemingly incompatible philosophies. On the one hand, there was a clear desire to advance Maltese civilization, capable of withstanding all real and anticipated challenges. This was particularly evident in space and in the Outcasts' approach to technical questions and solutions with perfectionism. On the other hand, an element directly competed with this progressiveness.
The small chapels and shrines, built over four centuries ago, were still well-maintained and frequented. Offerings were fresh and recent. This almost archaic traditionalism was evident even in a forward-thinking Outcast woman like Fiorella. Her companion might have noticed how she slowed down each time they passed one of these small sanctuaries, careful not to disturb them even with the air swirls naturally created by their car.
The Outcast religion underwent radical changes following the Nomad Wars in 801 AS, even briefly and directly venerating the Nomads through organized churches. Those times were long gone, but the need to worship local spirits among the populace never disappeared despite their high level of education and prosperity.
"[I have never expected to see you like this, Damien. On my home planet, without a breathing mask, without canned - what do you call it? - a spam? It looked absolutely awful.]"
After a long drive, Fiorella spoke, adjusting the rearview mirror to glance at Damien.
"[It was never about enslaving you. I do not find slaves particularly interesting. They do not challenge my intellect in any way, they merely obey as they have no other option. However, my family and I value sharing our experiences, feelings, and perceptions. It is simply a desire to share my world with yours – temporarily or permanently; timeframe does not really matter.]"
"[Last time... it was... like you were a stranger, a vagrant passing through my home. I was not fulfilling - and my father was - is still furious.]"
A hint of sadness was felt in her own voice for a few seconds before a joyful tone replaced it. She even chuckled for a bit as she apparently searched through her own memories.
"[I sincerely hope you are not going to use my traditions against me and force me to eat yet another one of those dreadful cheeseburgers on Houston.]"
