So yeah, here's a bit of a short story..it's not right from the beggining; the basic premise is, what if no one dicovered north and south america until the 1930's.
From the personal diary of Mr Alex Mackenzie July 17 1985
Two days out to sea, and I’m not sure if I made the right decision or not. This is supposed to be a mission of peace, and of learning. We were all in the same anthropology class, Mister Fernan, when the idea was proposed. ‘Has anyone ever tried to learn anything about these people?’
I mean we’re supposed to leave them alone, that was the law set down the League of Nations fifty years ago when the continent was originally discovered. Maybe that’s why a bunch of college kids were chosen to head up the observations. I suppose we can’t do much damage, we’re all card carrying members of the Word Pacifist Organization. We’ve got no ambitions of conquering these people; we just want to see how they live.
But how much observation is going to take place when Mawisi and Vin are going to be butting heads the whole time, to see who can get into Louise’s pants? And Sabina, she was so glum and depressed before the expedition, and so anxious to get there now, I’m scared she’s actually going to try to run away from us, and move in with these natives as soon as we land.
Why did I volunteer?
Why not.
I mean who wouldn’t want to be the first person to befriend the New World Natives. I mean, I agree with a League’s decision to pretty much ignore the New World, to leave at least one part of this earth unspoiled and unmarred by our conquering and destructive instincts. All my life, all my parents’ lives, there’s been war after war after war. This country wants the land from that country, or doesn’t like their religion, or doesn’t like their accent, or is just bored and needs a new war to fight. If the league hadn’t stepped in weeks after it was discovered the there were two continents, each nearly the same size as Africa on the other side of the world, all of those wars would have just carried over the ocean—oh could you imagine it? There’d be a ‘New’ France, a ‘New’ United Kingdom, a ‘New’ Russia, a ‘New’ Spain—and they’d all continue to fight the ‘Old’ Fights. What would have become of those native people? They would have been annihilated that’s what.
---But—-- We do deserve to know what they are like. I mean there are no Factories that we can see, from the few contacts we’ve already made over the last fifty years, they seem so tribal. Are five college kids really going to learn anything in only five years? Are the three sex-mongers going to clean up their act? Is Miss I-hate-the-old-world going to remember we’re not to interfere? Oh well-maybe it’s my own anxiety, hell, maybe it’s just the sea sickness!!-Why the crap did I let Vin talk me into getting shit-faced the night before we left, and the first night aboard, and last night?
Yeah I know “Wise up Alex!! This is the Most exiting thing that ever happened to you.” Jesus and Buddha, this is the most exiting thing to ever happen to my family, my University, possibly even my whole nation. I’m not going to let the old Mackenzie Doubts stand in the way.
At that, Alex ended his entry. Everyone else was just as confused as he was; they just chose to show it in different ways. As required by Mr Fernan, they are all to keep at least a weekly personal journal, on top of the main log that they have to keep as a team.
The Captain of the Daedalus was simply known as Rimski. Not captain Rimski, not Rimski something or other; just Rimski. It was rumored (and true) that he was related-directly-to the Stalin family; who have tried in vain three times this century to overthrow the Russian Czar. The kings of all the other nations of the world shuddered at the idea of a country not having a monarch, so each time; a revolution was quashed almost before it could begin. It was just about lunch time, when his rough voice echoed over the ship’s rusty old PA system, “Hold on boys and girls! You’re about to find out why it is no one crosses the Atlantic!”
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freakin GREAT!!!
That's as it should be 
