[ WP ] Pitch a gritty reboot for a children 's show .

It always happens. When they turn 13, they change. *Everyone*. Either blissfully ignorant of the situation at hand, or belligerently targeting us. So we fight. Fight the tyranny of the adults, fight the tyranny of the teens, and when we can, try to stick together as kids. Our mission is simple: Stop them at all costs; provide a better future for the kids who come after us, and *hope* we become the ignorant ones. We claim victories, and we have losses, but the threat always remains. *So we fight. * 
 
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 `` Hey, numbuh 1292.'' Squeaks numbuh 6574. 
 
 `` Hmm?'' I look at her. 
 
 `` Have you seen this?'' 
 
 `` Obviously not.'' I say. 
 
 `` Come here.'' 
 
 I climb out of my recliner, tossing the tub of ice cream to the side. `` What?'' 
 
 6574 points to a notification on the monitor. `` This.'' 
 
 I take a closer look. All I see is a sector base. `` Sector N-43, so what.'' 
 
 `` No.'' She shakes her head. `` That's whats supposed to be sector N-43. They do n't exist anymore.'' 
 
 `` That's not possible.'' I dismiss her. 
 
 `` Yes it is.'' She indicates the notice. I flashing light, saying: `` Sector Terminated.'' 
 
 I'm not so sure this time, but I deny it. `` A glitch, you know this old 2x4 is shit.'' 
 
 I do n't get a chance to hear her response. Other sectors start to flash. Sector E-11. Sector T-1. Sector U-45. I look at 6574. Terror is evident on her face. More and more sectors light up. 
 
 Just then, an alert appears on all screens, and our holo-projectors. The alert message speaks in the voice of numbuh 86, the hard nosed Irish girl who is second in command. Nearly everyone calls her'The Red Bitch.' `` Numbuh 362 is dead. Global Command has fallen. Initiate Emergency Action Delta-Chocolate-72. They are coming.'' 
 
 Global Command fallen? 362 dead? My mind was reeling. Fucking hell. 
 
 6574 looks to me. I decide to do the only thing I can think off. I reach for the base mic, and put out an announcement. I know very well that we may be going to our own deaths. `` KND, BATTLE STATIONS!'' 

