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Someday I'll wish upon a star wake up where the clouds are far behind me where trouble melts like lemon drops high above the chimney tops, that's where you'll find me.
— Somewhere Over the Rainbow, Israel Kamakawiwo'ole
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━━━━━━ September 2, 2161
CASEY DIDN'T WANT SELENE to face the trials she had faced in her childhood and up into her teen years. Seclusion and nearly starving was enough, in her mind. But it seemed to find its way to them as it always would. As they returned to the bridge with her bloody knuckles and Bellamy's bruised neck, Luna stood in the room with her head bowed as she waited for them. She joined the three outside, the man still dead inside, and explained what she, Monty, and Murphy had found.
⠀⠀⠀The cryochamber.
⠀⠀⠀"That's what the man said on the video," Raven said, her voice grave as she turned to the two of them.
⠀⠀⠀Luna led them through the halls and into a room with glass coffins lining each wall in rows of two. It stretched for miles, and Casey's hand involuntarily held onto Selene's hand tighter. They had worried about their children, wondered if nature or nurture had taken its course, but that was all thrown out of the window. They weren't trapped on this ship with descendants, but the prisoners themselves. Murderers, murderers, murderers, murderers.
