[ WP ] You were born on a colonizing spacecraft on your way to a distant star . You are the middle generation of history ; born to late to have seen Earth , and to early to live to see your destination .

My father always told stories of the horrors that existed on Earth. He talked of the unemployment, starvation, and atrocities committed by the government. How the age of democracy and representation were over. 
 He was lucky. 
 Nobody could afford tickets of course, that was only for the rich. The poor however, were put into a lottery for tickets. 
 What for? 
 To escape. 
 To leave the corruption and filth that covered the Earth. 
 He won the lottery. 
 He got to escape. 
 But at what cost? You did n't escape. Only your descendants did. Some say it's not worth it. Some consider it for the greater good. 
 I'm in the middle. 
 Too late to see Earth. 
 Too early to see the fabled open plains of an uninhabited planet. 
 Just in time to spend a lifetime on a colony ship. 
 
 Intelligence is downloaded now. 
 Through a chip in the back of your neck. 
 But you still keep your personality, until you break. Then they program you to like life. Force you to enjoy your bland life. 
 
 There's no entertainment. 
 No joy. 
 No love. 
 No life. 
 Only to wait for it to end. 
 
 `` I'm done.'' 
 
 `` But you ca n't be'' 
 
 `` But I ca n't live like this.'' 
 
 `` But you have to, for us'' 
 
 `` But I ca n't.'' I walked out of the door. 
 
 That was my last conversation with my mom. 
 After that she died in an accident. 
 That's what they told me. 
 
 

