The MSS Star 900 has been in use for 90 years now. Its mission was to create a new super race of human.
This race will be known as the Algalian people. They would look and act like a human from birth to the age of 18 when they will be tested. The DNA count in their blood would be double of that of a human. causing them to be more intelligent. In men there hair will turn blue and in women there hair will turn purple. If a male's hair turned a pale blue he will be an agricultural worker and have no vote. In women if her turns a silver esc purple she will be appointed a high seat; this may only happen once in 5 million births. If a male or female is to have a medium hair tint he or she will be a middle class worker and have some vote in the government. If a women is to be born with a near black purple hair color she will be a servant or agriculture worker.
Today, May 19th 3190, the new generation is tested. Queen Ellenora is the 19th queen and this is her 19th Check after a thirty year reign. Her daughter, Clarinor, is one of the many being checked. At this time Clarinor has long pale hair. She is lanky and intelligent. Due to being born into royalty she has an education of that of a middle class man with 20 years of college.
Clarinor was first in line. She sat in the over sized doctors chair and took in a deep breath as the covered nurse readied the needle. Everyone silenced as her blood was drawn. Clarinor was brought to a waiting room and had to wait 3 days for her hair to change. It started off very white then slowly turned dark. Dawn broke and her once pale blond hair is now a black. Queen Ellenora said nothing as her daughters pod rattled and fell. Clarinor awoke at the bottom of the ship. She was being surrounded by more pods as most of her age class was all lower class. Many were greeted by family. She rubbed her eyes and slowly walked on to dirt. A substance she has never witnessed before. A young farm boy walked up to her and offered her his hand. She accepted with hesitation due to his ragged clothing and dirty face.
Her overly mature posture scared the boy as he ran up to the shack he called home. A middle age woman greeted him and smiled at Clarinor. "Hello dear," her voice was harsh and withered with age, "I am Annibelle. This here is Cal hes 5." His bowed was clumsy. "Who are you?"
Clarinor's voice was angular and sharp, "I am Clarinor. Queen Eleanor's daughter. This has to be a mistake."
"No Hun. Your hair proves it. Your Aunt turned out like you."
Clarinor was never informed of family in other classes and her faced showed that. Her brow was shriveled and her lips tucked in tight, "Ma'am I do not have an aunt."
"Oh honey you don't know most of it." Annabelle opened the shack's door and stepped aside for Clarinor. Hours passed and night fell on them. There was a light yellow flicker from the many candles around the room. The Fire place gave off a little roar once and awhile. Annabelle let out a soft yawn and stretched with a bit of elegance.
"Um miss Annabelle what class were you born into?" She smiled softly.
"I'll tell you tomorrow." Annabelle stood and pulled down a large blue and white quilted blanket. "Here honey. tonight will be chilly so keep covered up." Annabelle left Clarinor in the sitting room and went to the other bedroom.
Clarinor stood up all night listening to the new nature sounds. She watched the artificial sun slowly rise and the murmur of farmers feeding livestock. Annabelle walked out in a long night gown and kissed Clarinors temple. "Good morning honey."
"Good morning miss Annabelle" Annabelle slowly moved into the kitchen showing her real age instead of the energetic bunny she was the night before.
Clarinor sat up and stretched before strolling into the kitchen to help make breakfast. After breakfast Annabelle gave Clarinor new clothes and showed her the changing room. All that it contained was a bucket, a washboard and a stool. Clarinor changed into the long blue gown. She thanked Annabelle and went outside with Cal.
Annabelle started working when a man walked up to the house. He was from the Middle class. Annabelle handed him a black bag and he walked off. Clarinor walked up to Annabelle and asked, "Who was that, and what was in the bag?"
"He was the Collector. I had to give him our taxes." She smiled weakly. "Once a week. Always at noon."
Clarion bowed her feeling bad for accepting that that was due to her mother's rule. Annabelle picked up her chin and smiled letting her know its not her fault. "I want you to meet someone Clarinor." Annabelle took Clarinor's arm and started walking down the dirt trail.
"Who is it Miss Annabelle?"
"He's orriganly from the Middle Class. His name is Rahla. "
Clarion shook her head and followed close to Annabelle's side. There stood a handsome man about 6 foot 3. His left arm was replaced with a silver Robotic one. He had a bit of a daredevils smile and silvery green eyes that shone bright in the artificial sunlight. He bowed instantly when he saw Clarinor. "Hello princess Clarinor. Please excuse my wardrobe, These lower class people don't have anything better for us."
Clarinor sighed, "Please stand Rahla, your wardrobe is fine. Your personality on the other hand is not." His eyes widened and his arm made a click when he put it down to his side.
"My apologies Princess."
"You are alright. Annabelle may I please talk to Rahla alone for a bit. I'll be back soon." Annabelle smiled and left them. "Rahla lets walk and talk."
"Yes Princess," he offered his hand but she began walking the uneven trail.
"You understand we are here until death correct?"
"Yes Princess."
"Please stop calling me that. My mother had no remorse for my faite. I am no longer a princess. I am just a farm girl."
Rahla bowed his head and caught up to her side, "I have an idea Pri- Carlinor."
She slowed her pace, "Yes? What is it?"
"I know how to escape. I found an opening."
~End~
