The Series 3 transporter hurtled through the inky darkness, ion propulsion drive humming as it devoured the empty miles.
“Dad, dad, look!” Tovi shouted. pointing out of the port side windows as the earth disappeared, the moon racing towards them..
When Yako spent his food-creds on the lottery he knew it was their last chance of escaping the bleak existence of Earth. “This is going to be a new life for us!” he said gently, “Not many poor folk like us get a second chance of a real life on the moon you know!”
“Will we be happy dad?” Tovi asked, still uncertain.
“It’s going to be wonderful” he grinned, “We’ll have an apartment, food, you’ll go to a real school and I’ll have a job at last!”
Tovi’s face lit up in delight. As the transporter doors Tovi pushed through the crowd desperate to get a glimpse of their new home.
“CHILDREN LEFT, ADULTS RIGHT” boomed the tonoi.
The last time Tovi remembered seeing his father was as he turned and momentarily caught sight of him looking panicked and calling his name.
He wasn’t sure how long ago that was though, time escapes you in the mines of the moon…
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