The Day The Sun Fell From The Sky by Amelia Gold Page A

with Hash. This is a war.
    “I keep up though. I get through as many newspapers as I can grab my hands on and I read t he articles that nobody else wants to read.” He tells me. “Which reminds me. You’ll be happy to know that thanks to your little stunt in the snow, the ‘selection’ process has become obsolete.”
    “What?” This was actually more shocking than comforting.
    “Your selection was by far the most violent. There was enormous backlash from the Venry general population. They don’t broadcast any of that stuff anymore.” He informs me.
    “But how are they recruiting them?” I ask him because I know that girls were still being recruited after me. I had met some of them in the truck ride between the base and this prison.
    “They are taken by force. There are no volunteers anymore.” He explains.
    “Then what happens to their families?” I ask him.
    “They are air lifted. To wh ere I do not know.” He replies. “You’re not taking this news very well.” He laughs at my reaction.
    “Are there any of us left?” I ask him.
    “I don’t know.” He shrugs. “I’d like to think that there are.”
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    Some of the prisoners at the facility have become involved with medical testing under the false pretense that they will get an earlier release as compensation. I get roped into it because I don’t have a choice either way. There is apparently a growing market for sexual enhancement drugs and they are using prisoners and forcibly detained persons (like me) for research.
    I’ve stopped accompanying the inmates in the evenings altogether. There are doctors supervising the drugs and the experiments. They monitor us using biofeedback throughout the process. Details of our sexual activity are recorded and I spend most of my time trying to stay awake. Fatigue has hit me like I’ve never experienced it before. I am totally exhausted.
    It is here that I meet some of the other girls involved in my “program”. Like Lyth, many of them do not have long to go before the guards will want to replace them with fresh girls. I am trying my best to hold it together but it’s becoming harder and harder by the day. I am glad to be out of the cell that I was kept in before.
    There is a “recovery room” in the medical laboratory attached to the prison where we are given limited freedoms like actually having enough space to lie down fully and sleep. The room is shared by all the test subjects so although we could have used it to socialize or at least to comfort each other, none of us has the energy to hold that kind of conversation. We mostly just lie there in silence.
    This room is the opposite of what I had in the previous cell. Whereas before there was no light, now there is always light. The light never gets turned off. I can feel the end coming . I am still sane enough to know who I am and where I am. I have trouble conversing with people though. I cannot hold myself together when I have to talk and I’ve lost the ability to express pain.
    It’s now only a matter of time before I will meet the same fate as Lyth. I can see now that she welcomed the end and I probably will too, when my time comes.

Passage
    “Myc!” Someone is whispering fiercely into my ear.
    I open my eyes to see Zeb, who has apparently volunteered himself for the program.
    “What?” I gasp.
    “Shh.” He shushes me because there is every chance that we are being recorded somewhere.
    “We don’t have a lot of time.” He continues to whisper into my ear. “I have just one question to ask you. Are you willing to die?”
    Too shocked for words, I just stare at him.
    “Are you willing to die so that you can live?” He asks me.
    “Yes.” I reply. My subconscious is comprehending more than what I am aware of and I start to run on autopilot.
    “Good.” He says, relieved. “Now, I need you to slap me.”
    Again I can only stare at him.
    “For the cameras.” He prods me.
    I lash out at him wordlessly and I hit him harder than I