My hands grip the cold air as hands grip my shoulders.

My eyes struggle to capture sense in the overwhelming dark.

“They’re the last one,” an Enforcer explains in a muddled voice. I rip away.

“Get them!” a voice calls as I struggle through the maze of emptiness.

Don’t take me.

Don’t take me.

They won’t take me.

Not when the fate of humanity lies in my hands.

Not when the idea of evolution beats in my heart.

Not when there is a chance for change.