This per-person threshold actually exceeds the average income of three-quarters of the countries on the planet, including Mexico, Russia, and Brazil, and is about 20 percent higher than the average income of the entire planet.
So the problem must be that we have stretched the planet past its ability to feed its inhabitants, right?
The Council wants nothing to do with them and views the presence of your father's betrayer and your people on the planet as a sign the Yirkin are willing to share your planet rather than take it over.
If no two people are alike on our planet, how could we be like anything from somewhere else?
In the modern age of communication and cheap transportation, food can be moved around the planet relatively easily.
There's nothing else on the planet that forces you to really see and accept who you are as the day the doctor says you're dying.
She held the hand of the man before her, walking on a dead planet of nothing but rocky hills, dried streams, and cracked earth.
So how about this instead: What if I can show you a future where everyone on the planet will live in good health as long as it is possible for their body to live?
Remember, we don't have a reason to suspect this guy's alibi; at least not any reason from the planet earth.
There were no advantages with Darkyn and she was the last person on the planet who would try to seduce anyone, especially a demon.
Gabriel suspected there was nothing on the planet that might make her interested in an option that currently stood at failure rate of ninety nine percent.
Every demon on this mortal planet is hunting Sasha.
Half the population of his planet had been decimated by famine and war.
His people were starving as the planet died, and soon, the Council would realize the planet produced no ore without its rightful ruler.
Jetr had been loyal to his family for generations, and A'Ran respected him, knew the odd-looking man was the only reason the Council hadn't ceded to the Yirkins' petitions to claim the planet officially.
And yet, he couldn't help feeling as if he alone bore the weight of his planet on his back as he struggled to pay for food, water, and weapons.
He hadn't been on his own planet since his parents were killed, and he wasn't sure how the planet would choose someone for him when he wasn't there.
From what Romas said, every household on his planet had at least one or two of the critters to keep things clean.
How did you tell your best friend that aliens were real and oh, by the way, I married one and am taking you with me to his planet, for your own good?
In my dream … the aliens … took me … to a planet ruled by spiders!
All the men on Romas's planet were larger than those on hers.
"Omigod. So I'm going to a planet of models and body builders," Kiera said.
She was going home, not staying on some dead planet with some hunky stranger!
If not for Romas, there would be no distant planet, spaceships, or tarantula-like cats!
He could be from some other planet, one far enough away that Romas would never find her!
His people were decimated, his planet virtually dead.
"On my planet, women do fight," she said.
"You're cursed," Kiera said with a frown, thoughts on the dead planet from her vision.
Now, what everyone on the planet eats and does, and the outcome of that, will be used to help us all.
In 1958, an American economist named Leonard Read wrote an essay called "I, Pencil," written from the pencil's point of view, about how no one on the planet knows how to make a pencil.
The overall economic output of the planet, GWP (gross world product), will rise dramatically in the years to come, but its distribution will be quite skewed.
Even a prisoner on this planet was unwilling to associate with her!
A'Ran, dhjan of Anshan, strode from the room in which he'd left her into the secondary control deck, a small room lit up with scenes of space, the planet, their destination, and the internal corridors of the craft.
While he never believed he'd overlooked her among the throngs of women he'd met, he had heard even his sisters speak of the missing lifemate and how he had refused every woman on the planet and perhaps somehow overlooked her.
From what he'd gleaned from Kisolm and others during his imprisonment, she was new to the planet and their customs.
The idea of being stuck on some strange planet made her want to panic and run screaming for the first spaceship she found.
His planet was dying without either, and many had begun to accept this was the planet's fate.
That they were going to some other planet millions of light years from earth because Romas knew a few good men they'd like to hook her up with?
So I'm going to be stuck on a planet far away without a bus ticket home surrounded by spiders the size of basketballs and being bossed around by Neanderthal barbarians who forbid me to talk and lock me in the bathroom!
Romas had attempted once to explain the clothing was not woven aboard the ship but created on his home planet, molecularly broken into invisible pieces and stored somewhere aboard the ship.
Given that she had no money or belongings that might possibly be of interest to the people of this planet, how could she bribe or pay someone to take her home?
But the planet chose for him, according to what his father told him long ago.