“So, who’s going to die today?” The officer said. Rye new he was almost the oldest and if his work didn’t pick up…. He didn’t want to think about it any longer.

The year was 5819. They were in space at the moment, it took lots of fuel and food but space was livable, the 4th space station had just opened. Rye was a prisoner, he had worked for the government, a long time ago, to him it felt like a life time to go. At first when he worked there he kept his head low and did what was asked, but then he found out about how they wanted to not only just rule the world, but space too. As he tried to stop it, he was caught. He had been put in prison. About 5 years after that, space was beginning to be ruled, he was put in the first ship and forced to help build space stations. He was never very strong, more on the “nerdy” side, this made it hard for him and he saw his fellow prisoners get spaced daily.

“I said who is going to die today?” The officer said, in a more stern tone than last time. An officer(his friend) was accidentally spaced, so he had no patientince today. Rye couldn’t take it, “I’ll do it….”. The guard laughed, “the president told me to keep you alive”. Rye almost cried, not in happiness but in pain.

Then he heard a rumble and then screams and soon, all the guards and half the prisoners were gone, he reealized there was a breach. He and a few others were in space suits so they could survive for a little.

They decided to take the ship, repaire it, get food, and survive.