Remnants of the old

Prologue: The Broadcast

A/N: I thought to add this intro bit just to clarify something. The first journal entry may turn some people off from this story, however the entry is not my personal opinion. It's meant  to show that the protagonist is an extreme cynic.

Extra A/N: I updated this chapter on 6/10/23 to fix several plot holes as well as to revamp the story so it makes a bit more sense

Journal entry, September 14th, 6463

'Some things are worth dying for!' said no one ever. I mean sure, some people may talk about how they would die for freedom or their country or wealth or food or any number of things, but when it comes right down to it, no one truly believes it.  Of all the Americans who died fighting in WW2, I am willing to bet that if you could've asked them if they thought their freedom was worth dying for, they probably would've answered: 'no'. Of course, we can't ask them. Since their all long dead. I suppose I should wrap this entry up by saying 'looking down upon the planet which we havent set down foot upon for over one-thousand-four-hundred and sixty-odd years, you see that it is to small for cooperation and just large enough for conflict.                                                              -Journal of Daniel Kostek, 1st Lieutenant, Space marines of the United colonies of Luna.

I was jolted awake by my alarm once again, for what probably was the ten-thousandth time. It's beeping filled my tiny broom-closet of a room, and for what felt like the  hundred-thousandth time, I groggily opened my eyes and hit the off panel on the alarm. I stretched and opened the 'sunroof' and looked at the earth, or rather, the remains of it. It is a green and blue, sphere that I am told we once lived on. Honestly, It feels bizzare to look down at what once was our ancestral home, I am also told that it is covered in water, which is again weird because up here, we pay for every drop of water we use and every breath of air we take. I opened my dresser, took off my sleeping clothes, and put on my work clothing. The uniform felt damp. It probably hadn't been washed in over 2 months. I grabbed the earpiece with which I recieve updates on my working hours and schedule. I opened the door to the hallway, and walked to the mess hall where everyone got their daily rations. As I walked into the room, I expected the line to be extremely long like usual, Instead I saw everyone (even the cooks) huddled around a medium sized radio. I decided to go and grab some food before listening to whatever the hell everyones so excited about. No one even tried to stop me as I grabbed two daily rations (slipping one into my suit pocket),  and opening the other and biting into it.  I walked over to try and listen in on what was going on, but when I did hear what the radio was playing, I dropped my half-eaten food on the floor and listened in shock. 

"Next up on the News, another terrorist bombing has occured, likely caused by the white fang, police are still tracking down the individuals who caused the bombing, but with few leads, it appears it will go unsolved." 

For anyone who doesn't quite understand the magnitude of this, one must first understand the fact that Uno: We do not have such frivilous broadcasts, and that the only way we recieve news of anything is through a tightly controlled network that hooks up to earpieces that we wear when working. And also Dos: We were all told that the surface of Earth is uninhabitable.

This means that there is life on earth, and that we can return to our original home and leave this miserable lunar crater.

A/N: I hope that you all are having a wonderful summer(At least its summer here in the states.), summer means that I'll actually have some time to work on this story. If you don't see me upload a chapter for a couple weeks, its cause of vacation. See you all in the next chapter!