They called it a transition. It was always an escape.
Ashley Elwood was born into a world where everything worked. The streets were clean, the news was curated, and the future was always bright-at least for those who deserved it. The relocation projects, the workforce realignments, the silent disappearances-these were all part of progress.
That's what she believed.
That's what they told her.
Until the final selection is announced.
The rockets meant for "human expansion" launch more frequently. Cities begin to empty overnight. The infrastructure starts to break-not from mismanagement, but from systematic abandonment. Ashley watches familiar faces vanish without explanation, people erased as if they were never there. And while the elite toast to a brighter future, whispers begin to spread among those still waiting to board.
The truth is undeniable: this was never about saving humanity. It was about saving themselves.
When Ashley finally takes her seat on one of the last ships, the Earth shrinks below her. She should feel relief. She should feel honored. Instead, she feels nothing. She sees the world she left behind for what it truly is-a discarded ruin, cut off forever.
And as the final message to Earth is broadcast across the fleet, she realizes the unthinkable: