The Outer Colonies are separate from Earth, with tenuous contact to the Core Worlds of humanity, and many were founded by small groups of people. Historical Reenactors colonized Camelot for instance, though many question the accuracy of their reenacting. In general though, people who went to the Outer Colonies did so because they wanted to leave everything and everyone behind them. They went in search of a new life and they built it. Their worlds reflect that.
In America, my family’s strategy was to strengthen those they thought could break the Union. In Europe though, the French Revolution was a clarion call of just how dangerous a revolution of the disaffected masses could be. Many of my family died in it, and we vowed to never allow that again. Any reformer was seen as another potential murderer of noble bloodlines and was stamped out without mercy. This did not improve the mood of the disaffected masses.
Over the years, the gengineers have uplifted most of the dog breeds. The process works best on the larger breeds. I guess there’s questions of brain size versus skull size and such. But they’ve refined the uplifting process pretty good until even the toy breeds can get the full treatments. And I’ve learned to never underestimate the vocabulary of a pissed off Chihuahua. Which, come to think of it, is most Chihuahuas I’ve met.
The Outer Colonies are the true testament of our expansion into the stars. Outside The Wall that contained us, they stretch out hundreds of lightyears to Antares, Canopus, Polaris, and the Pleiades. Clusters of many colonies huddle together for mutual support, or lone stars host colonies that are rarely visited even by freighters. They left Earth far behind, and their links to our homeworld are tenuous at best. They are the future of the Terran race.
We recruited some uplifted timberwolves for the Wolfenheim Project. After Malcolm picked the name, not before. One of Charles’ friends had a snarky sense of humor and suggested them. We also hired more cats than normal since we needed enough for long-term genetic viability. Thank God the wolves slept through the trip, or we might have had a civil war in the fleet. In the end though, they proved themselves a good recruitment.