I am the Host for the city of Cresthaven and the people here are my charges. The very people to whom I owe absolute luxury and, may I add, the people to whom I provide absolute luxury. They have, after all, placed in me their trust to deliver them from chaos. They have, after all, placed in my their trust to deliver them from societal boundaries where they might practice and live and love and work as they see fit. The Sector's stress is to be left behind and leave only open horizons before them.
Thus I come to the point of this communique.
I invite you, fair people, to join this lovely family of Cresthaven.
To the man of science, you might be free of funding or corporate restrictions - we will provide for you.
To the man of art, you needn't fear the Imperialist limitations. Criticism is the fruit by which we make ourselves better. It is no fault of yours if their pride shall be their Deadly Sin.
To the man of faith, you needn't fear the judgment of your peers. The constitutions behind which the Houses preach equality do not protect you from the words or fists which intolerance bring you. Men of Eris, Spirits, Virulian Faith, Maltese Catholicism, Cretan or otherwise are welcome here.
It is to you, fair contributors, that we would offer you free passage with us aboard Cresthaven. To you, fair builders, the meager expense of your presence here would no doubt be quickly compensated by the great things we might achieve for humanity. Your luxury is a small price to pay on behalf of our great race for the full, unrestricted manifestation of your abilities.
Think!
Cancer might be cured; cardamine addiction done away with! The next Edgar Allan Poe might soon craft his beautiful phrases here. The past might be revealed through fresh eyes peering into the amethyst depths of crystalline artifacts. Now think carefully, fair builders.
Our resources are at your disposal, it only requires you to join our family and utilize them.
POSTSCRIPT: Please ask questions if you have any. Do not deny this opportunity based on misunderstanding.
Hey, buddy. I'm Sam, Sam Stone. I picked up your frequency, and I must say, I'm intrigued. I'm a demolition engineer, I specialize in blowing everything apart, from buildings to asteroids the size of continents. You gotta' pave the way for the future upon the ruins of the past, 's what I say.
I'm interested as to what, exactly, you're offering. A job? A roof? Or are you rekindling the old Zoner spirit of mobile home-away-from-homes?
Cresthaven is... All of these things that you've mentioned.
A home, a place to perform your work uninhibited and, indeed, a final bastion of the Zoner way. However believe me, sir, it is more than that. We are Utopia. No doubt your profession could be of use when converting biosphere terrain for use by the staff there. It is a volatile skill set you have; one which must be carefully considered.
If you come to practice your trade, it can be arranged, although I cannot promise frequent use of your talents.