"So what the elites have left for mars leaving hubris of their abuse and rest of us in this hostile diseased planet? So what the technology cannot be improved upon to wrong the right without resources that of which nary is left? I used to work for the travel agency and I know for a fact that the out of service portal number 2 is operable with 87% chance of survival and if we brave the heart and take a chance and those that crossover fight the regime of soft elites, maybe the young ones will have a chance. All is not lost. Not yet." Sylvester addressed the earth, what remained of it. A glimpse of courage and hope sparked in their heart by their burnt black lungs. As far as eye could see, Sylvester's people seemed packing their kids, clothes, ammunition and guns. Tomorrow they'd march to Mars and their probable death. There will be no celebration tonight.
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RE: STACH Short Story Contest #24: 199 words, 5 winners, 15SBD prize pool!
"So what the elites have left for mars leaving hubris of their abuse and rest of us in this hostile diseased planet? So what the technology cannot be improved upon to wrong the right without resources that of which nary is left? I used to work for the travel agency and I know for a fact that the out of service portal number 2 is operable with 87% chance of survival and if we brave the heart and take a chance and those that crossover fight the regime of soft elites, maybe the young ones will have a chance. All is not lost. Not yet." Sylvester addressed the earth, what remained of it. A glimpse of courage and hope sparked in their heart by their burnt black lungs. As far as eye could see, Sylvester's people seemed packing their kids, clothes, ammunition and guns. Tomorrow they'd march to Mars and their probable death. There will be no celebration tonight.