Vomit covered her shirt, but that didn’t stop her from taking another shot before the unsanctioned lift off.
The pod was crowded with other refugees who were hoping to make it out of earth without having to sell an organ or cram into the transport cubbyholes with the other hapless indentured servants.
Why should the elites be the only ones to breathe fresh air? After all, it was their fathers’ fathers that destroyed this place.
The other refugees were mostly families, tired parents with young children littered across the floor. Bae wished they would be quiet. And buckle up. The shuttle could take off at any moment with no notice at all, or at least that was Bae’s assumption based on how little their “guides” were communicating with them.Continue reading