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I sigh as I scoop out my dinner onto the cell floor. I'm a prisoner on The Ark, a space station holding everyone left from when the Earth was destroyed. Making our own food is difficult, so people savor every last bite. I stick it up to the stupid Chancellor by throwing his hard work away.

The bastard kills everyone over 18 that breaks the law, so don't think I'm being bitter. He's a murderer.

Just as the last green bean hits the floor, two guards begin to approach the door.

"What, are you gonna float me for not eating?" I blurt. I know they can't do anything to me, because I'm still 17.

"Prisoner 294, face the wall." The guards had already opened the cell door and taken out their electric batons. I can't believe I'm going to float because of some mashed potatoes and green beans. Just as I begin to protest, a guard grabs my arm and locks a metal wristband onto my wrist.

"You must be getting really fucking desperate," A rumor has been spread around the prison that The Ark is running out of air. I didn't think it was true until now.

"Back down, 294."

"Or what? You're going to kill me anyway," I snap and turn around to face the two idiots. One of them reaches to their side and I take the opportunity to run. I slide between them, and rush out of my cell. I can't help but stop in my tracks. All the prisoners are being escorted out of their cell, and most are resisting. I even see a teen putting on an unconscious guard's clothing. We make eye contact, and he puts a finger to his lips. A gesture for me to keep quiet.

"Follow me to the dropship or else you'll be on the receiving end of this bat." I hear a guard say through all the chaos.

My last thought was, 'Holy shit, they're taking us to Earth!' before I fell to the ground unconscious with a dart on my back.

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