[A blonde girl sits in a cell, in a space station called the Ark. Clarke Griffin. And at the moment she's drawing earth on the floor of her cell with black chalk.]
Clarke: [Voice over] I feel the sun on my face. I see trees all around me, the scent of wildflowers on a breeze. It's so beautiful. In this moment, I'm not stranded in space. It's been ninety-seven years since a nuclear apocalypse killed everyone on Earth, leaving the planet simmering in radiation. Fortunately, there were survivors. Twelve Nations had operational space stations at the time of the bombs. There is now only The Ark, one station forged from the many. We're told the Earth needs another hundred years to become survivable again. Four more space-locked generations, and man can go home, back to the ground. The ground, that's the dream. This is reality.
"Reality sucks." Hope grumbled, rolling her eyes.
[The door opens and a male guard steps into the cell]
Male Guard: Prisoner three-one-nine, face the wall.
Clarke: Reality sucks.
Clarke: What is this?
Male Guard: Quiet. Hold out your right arm.
Clarke: No. No. It's not my time. I don't turn eighteen for another month.
Male Guard: Hold out your arm.
Clarke: On The Ark, every crime, no matter how small, is punishable by death unless you're under eighteen.
"What?! That's not fair!" Josie said, baffled.
"Doesn't matter. It's to make room and time for the rest of them. To make sure that the food, water, and air will last for everyone. When they merged them all together, they didn't expect that it would mess up the air supply, they lost half of what they all had when merging the stations into one." Hope told them and everyone was shocked and baffled. "Becca was the brain of the place. She told them what would happen, but they refused to believe her. Turned out she was right." She shrugged.
Male Guard: Your watch.
Clarke: No. It was my father's.
Male Guard: Take it off.
Clarke: No.
[He goes to grab her but she gets a hold of his taser]
Male Guard: Hey!
Clarke: No.
[She zaps him with the taser before dropping it and running out]
"Good girl." Hope nodded, happy she fought back. The two might fight a lot, but they had respect for each other, something that would never go away.
Clarke: Juvenile offenders get put here... Lockup. We call it the Sky Box.
Costa: Prisoner three nineteen...
Abby: Clarke, stop. Wait here.
[Clarke turns to see her mother, Abby, walking towards her. Clarke starts panicking]
Clarke: Mom? Mom, what's going on? What is this?
Male Guard: Come on. Let's go.
Clarke: They're killing us all, aren't they? Reducing population to make more time for the rest of you?
"You people are sick!" Rebekah said to Jaha who just gave her a blank look.
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