My mom would tell me stories of
the people who would travel. They would leave their cell and go to other places to check on the other cells. Those are just stories. Now I am 15, and I know those stories are fake. No one has left a cell in 50 years. In 1 week I will be transported to a cell of my own. There I will meet my partner. I have never met anyone but my family for my entire life.
The transportations are rocky. The transporter copies your cells, then sends them to the next place. The original cells are zapped with a laser, destroyed. When my parents were transported to our home, they told me they lost all memory of their families. I have been telling myself that they are trying to scare me, I will remember them. Why would the editors erase all of my good memories? The editors gave us life when war and disease spread. The editors are good people, right?
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Teen FictionThe apocalypse. 90% of the worlds population dies. The survivors don't know if they are immune or just very lucky. A committee is formed in order to decide the worlds fate. They decide to isolate the survivors to replenish the world. That was fifty...
