|It starts out like every other morning. You wake up, you brush your teeth, you make your breakfast. There's nothing good in the paper, so you get up to get dressed...except you hear a rumbling in the distance. Your glass of milk is trembling, and your whole house starts trembling. It feels like an earthquake - no, something bigger, and you scurry to the corner, hugging your knees to your chest, waiting it out as it comes closer and closer and closer -|
There's destruction. Trees being ripped out by their roots, houses smashed to bits, and you're flying with cuts and bruises all over your body from this pushing invisible force. You fly so fast that you hear a POP in your ears. You close your eyes, your mouth open in a scream, thinking you're going to be flying forever when your body hits the ground.
You open your eyes.
All around is miles and miles of red desert. There are some mountains in the distance, the only survivors of a massive explosion that spread across the Earth. The air is thick with dust, dirt, chemicals, and poison. You can hardly breathe, and you clutch your throat, thinking you're going to suffocate any second now. It looks like no one is around, and you're going to die on the red planet completely alone.
Except you're not.
It sounds like a helicopter is landing. You're unsure. There are people shouting and picking you up and taking you on board this ship that looks like it came out of the Twilight Zone. The people are wearing metallic body suits, but they're more concerned with you than their bad fashion sense. They're drilling you with questions, performing tests, prodding, poking, and injecting a chip into your neck. They try to explain everything, and you can't comprehend everything at once.
"It's the year 2500. You have been catapulted out of your world by a nuclear blast. We will be taking you to Pluto IX: Space Colony with the last survivors of Earth."