I nodded. "A civilized, scientific utopia. And a second basket for the Quinlan race, metaphorically speaking. Unfortunately, along about the time it was finished and the consortium was moving their people onto Heaven’s River, things finally came to a head on Quin. It wasn’t one big war; just all the little conflagrations peaked at the same time. The planet was ravaged by biological attacks, chemical attacks, nuclear exchanges, orbital bombardments, terrorism, guerilla warfare, you name it. By the time the paroxysm was spent, the planet was dying, beyond any possibility of repair or recovery. The consortium did the only thing it could do—it opened the doors to anyone still alive. But that meant they were also taking in the terrorists, extremists, fascists, and whatever other groups had been responsible for the destruction of the planet. And of course those idiots started the same games all over again on Heaven’s River."