Whale, currently home to over a million souls floating in the depths of space, was not the only craft to have left Earth. The architect who had designed Whale seemed to have personal motives for the project he had been given, motives he implemented into his work. This craft was boarded hastily, however, and most of the current populace did not remember why. The residents of Whale split into factions during its 2000 years in space, though a couple of these factions did not seem so open about the work they accomplished. Was this ship just another example of the old Earth-ways that read as fables in the knowledge banks or had they become something better, a Utopia? Who was to judge? To Faiza, a young girl reluctant to grow into her upcoming responsibilities, she only wished to finally belong to something or someone. When she could lose the only resemblance to a family unit that she has had, what will she do to regain her life and what will she uncover about Whale in the process? (all art is new and created by the author for the purpose of this story. All rights reserved)