[ WP ] The year is 2284 . The United States officially recognizes every person over the age of 65 to be a worthless sponge of resources . Tell the story of a smuggler who makes a living by concealing the elderly .

They were in my care. It did n't matter that they were human and I was machine. It did n't matter that it was the new law. What mattered was their lives, their livelihoods, their trust in me. They called me Son, and I was their caretaker. 
 
 The retirement community itself had 455 residents; the neighboring village had 75 who joined us soon after. They came because I made a promise, a promise that I intended to fill: I would get all 530 souls to the safety of the Cascadian Republic. 
 
 The air-train I commandeered for the journey was old, 22nd century tech, but I made sure it could fly. As the seniors all crammed on board, I made a final safety check, and then we began the voyage west. They were scared, I could tell, scared of the F-74s, scared of leaving their homes, scared of the unknown. I tried my best to reassure them, give them hope for the future, reignite their spirits. Some begged to return back, to live out their lives in Final Retirement, but others insisted we press on toward freedom. We pressed on. 
 

