One by one, they all stop, lay down their shovels, rakes and take off their dirty gloves.
Slowly, they each stand, walk toward the exit and grab a handful of dirt from the soil below.
As each person leaves they take one hand, always the right, and slash a deep brown mark across the sign that has been their guardian and prisoner for many years; too many.
When all have left, hundreds and hundreds of them altogether, only a few letters remain to be seen on the white and black printed sign.
These are not any random letters, but strategically picked. And they spell out something unmistakable."We choose Life."
And as silence fills the empty domes, water dripping from the green no longer tendered, it feels as if there is, finally, a choice.
But this freedom can only last so long.
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The Cure
Science Fiction"Somewhere there's a cure, Adler, and they don't want us to know about it." FINISHED BOOK
