In the year 2045, Allen and family are moving. But this is like no move ever before. They're leaving the overpopulated Earth behind, instead setting their sites on Vita, a Mars sized planet with an atmosphere and water. But their ship has a few critical malfunctions stranding nearly all of the passengers in suspended animation. And with no help on the way, they may be alone for a long, long time.

Ever since they'd first stepped foot on the ship, everyone had gone deathly quiet, and frankly the silence was starting to grate on his nerves. He could almost taste the tension flowing freely through the air, the nervous energy of the crowd sending an unpleasant hum through his veins. He glanced around, going from person to person to person, looking for anyone who wasn't having second thoughts. He didn't have much luck.

He was only able see a handful of the 500 plus occupants soon to be crammed into the craft, however. He was shoved in at the far end of a narrow corridor that came to an abrupt dead-end, and with everyone practically shoulder to shoulder, he couldn't see more than a few people down the line.

Growing tired of people watching, people mostly consisting of his father, mother, and the twins, Alexis and Matthew, Allen turned to the lifeless monitor flush with the wall behind him. He had a hunch that they might come on once all of the passengers had boarded, but he really wasn't sure.

There had to have been at least three dozen monitors down this corridor alone, and he'd spotted them down some of the other corridors as well. They were lined up, a little more than arms length from each other, all on one side of the wall while the other was blank. He knew there had to be a reason behind them, but knowing as little about them as he did, he couldn't figure out what it could be.

His attention was stolen away by the faintest of voices, the first he'd heard since climbing on board just a few minutes ago. They sounded like a small group of children. Probably siblings, he figured. Since the chances of two friends both making it on this ship are astronomical. Allen cracked a small smile at his private joke. Astronomical. However, the smile was only to cover up his own unease.

A sharp, echoing clap reached his ear, followed quickly by another. Then a third, and a forth. It took him a moment to place them as footsteps. Their owner appeared soon enough, clacking down the line of silent, anxious passengers, stopping just a few people down from Allen.

She was... Well, he wasn't quite sure what he was supposed to call her. A stewardess? A flight attendant? Whatever the woman's title, she turned to them with a fake smile and an upbeat, bubblegum energy. She wore a tight stretchy one-piece, just like he and all the other passengers had been forced into a little while ago. Not quite skin-tight, but it might as well have been. A cryo-sleep suit, it'd been called. But where the passengers wore a darker grey, almost black suit, she wore a light powder blue.

It was then that Allen realized there was another woman about thirty passengers down, also in a light blue uniform, both seeming to exude an air of faux enthusiasm.

"Hi!" Her voice rang out so suddenly and frighteningly loud in the midst of their nervous silence, Allen wasn't immediately able to recognize the burst of sound as an actual word. "My name is Cindy, and I'm going to tell you a few important facts about your trip!"

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