After discovering clues from her astray father, the first hybrid offspring joins forces with her ragtag friends, embarking on a mission to regain the planet Safforia from the dystopian regime.
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Year E3029
Ocea
The warm pink city water dripped down my face as I swallowed the bottle's worth. Exhaling with deep breaths, I handed the rock jar back to Becca. The city liquid felt like heaven down my throat.
"Thank you," I said while she looked inside the bottle, upset that I drank it all.
"No, um, no problem." She scratched the back of her head, then side-eyed Wyatt.
Wyatt handed her another one, forming an ear-to-ear smile. She placed it in her backpack while Stopper opened the rocklock address log. The names floated around until Stop picked out Dr. Coachman's card.
"Okay, if we think he is the key to removing the chips, I say Becca and Thomas join us when we invade the guy," Stop said, reading the address card.
"What?" I asked him, yanking the little device from him. "We are not invading him." I looked at Stop, confused, while he shrugged his shoulders. "We should approach him with understanding so he—"
"Helps us," Becca said, finishing my sentence.
I pointed at Becca. "Exactly."
Wyatt took the address card from me. "He lives in the golden homes."
I tilted my head, scrunching my face. "You would think the man could live in one of those skyscrapers on the rich side."
"Nope, he is slumming it with the commoners." Stopper laughed before tightening the straps on his backpack.
"Well, the golden homes used to be the rich addresses for retirement," Becca said.
Wyatt gazed at her with a slight smile as she played with her blonde hair. Her eyes met his, prompting her to drop the strands of hair.
"I saw something about it on the history buzz news." She nodded her head.
Thomas nudged my arm, causing me to glance over. He had a contact pack in his hand, playing with it with his fingers. I looked up at his eyes with a smile.
"I found these in your bag," he said. "If we are leaving. You should put one in."
Wyatt grabbed the contact, bringing it closer to his face. "I've seen her with these a thousand times. And yet, I never looked at them closer to see what they were." He glared at me. "Where do you even get these?"
I snatched the contact from Wyatt, opening the wing. "My mom showed me who made them, and when the MOS took over, I had to do an investigation to find another maker." I placed the purple lens in my eye, covering the blue. "It's a human invention, so it was difficult to find, but I found a cult of earthlings wanting to be safforians, and they used these with hair dye."
A cough echoed from the table behind us. Dylan glared our way while pointing at the bench with spaceship parts. He stood up, grabbed a metal part, and looked at the underneath.
