Dazzle
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As all the kids were directed into a drop ship by the guards, one by one, Everyone was made to wear this large metal wristband before boarding the ship, letting them know they’d feel a small pinch while they clasped them onto all one hundred of them before being put onto the ship. Not only did they not get information about the bracelets, none of the kids actually knew where they were going despite the many asked questions of all.
They were told to not unbuckle their seat-belts, a few tightened them, while the guards exited the drop ship.
As the doors to the Arc closed they were met with a video of their Chancellor, Owen Cameron. “Prisoners of The Ark, hear me now. You've been given a second chance, and as your Chancellor, it is my hope that you see this as not just a chance for you, but a chance for all of us, indeed for mankind itself. We have no idea what is waiting for you down there. If the odds of survival were better, we would've sent others. Frankly, we're sending you because your crimes have made you expendable. Those crimes will be forgiven, your records wiped clean.”
There were many murmurs on what was actually happening, for one, at least they weren’t getting floated, and were going to get a real chance at life. But then again, at least floating was a quick death, the levels of radiation on earth were still unknown and the death there could be quite painful without knowing what they were going to experience.
There wasn’t any going back now, the drop ship had taken off and either place they were they were likely to die. At least earth would give them a second chance.
“The drop site has been chosen carefully. Before the last war, Mount Weather was a military base built within a mountain. It was to be stocked with enough non-perishables to sustain three hundred people for up to two years. Mount Weather is life. You must locate those supplies immediately. Your one responsibility is stay alive.”
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“Total system failure, that's what we're looking at. All we know for sure is that they were off course when we lost contact, so…”
“Tell me about communications.”
“Other than the telemetry from their wristbands, we got nothing… No audio, no video, no computer link. Everything that we programmed in to help them is gone. They're on their own.”
It couldn’t have gone worse, not only did they send 100 delinquents to the ground, but the Arc had already lost 12 during the landing. And now they had no way of communicating with the kids, and by the trajectory of the drop ship the Council was almost sure that they didn’t make it to mount weather.
They likely just killed the kids, and if the rest didn’t survive, the ark would soon join them.
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As the drop ship door fell before them, these kids were enlightened by their surroundings. The green trees, real sunlight, dirt. So many sensations that none of them had ever experienced before. Some were still cautious over the unknown, but most were excited for the freedom they never had.
“We will survive.”