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My name is Erin, and I'm a survivor.
For almost 100 years scientists warned us that this was going to happen.
The catastrophe was imminent but nobody seemed to care.
When they tried to revert it, it was too late.
The laboratories were as abandoned as our hope.
Desolation.
Pollution.
Devastation.
And we turned a blind eye.
Our lands became improductive, our trees became sterile and our water got contaminated,
our dream world dissapeared.
While the elites ate the best of the reserves and the little we produced,
we died of famine, pests and sicknesses.
With our luxuries and comforts,
our values dissapeared with those things that held us every day:
unity and hope.
The future we sowed wasn't the one we expected to reap.
Those with the power of solution stepped aside to protect themselves
just to fall in the most basic of instincts: the survival instinct.
The solution to food shortage was given by an equation as simple as macabre:
If there was less food, there were to be less mouths to feed,
and that's how the extermination began.
But a negative solution can only bring negative results.
The balance was broken and nobody could do anything to stop it.
The only solution was evacuation, escape the planet.
Blueprints were made, spaceships were built, but only the "chosen" could escape.
Many rumoured that people could travel like stowaways.
My strength came from that only chance to escape, for me and my daughter.
Independently from our situation, we all look at the sky to observe our last hope to live:
the exodus to Planet Earth.