[ 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 .

“ Easy does it AI35 ” Gurdin said to his robotic assistant. “ Not too much in the arms. ” 
 
 The robot was putting the finishing youth refillment touches on the 65 year old woman in front of them. It was her time now that the Order required anyone of that age to be relieved of their life so to retain the scarce resources for the elite ’ s re-establishment on Mars. It was unsure when the Earth would be able to regain its ability to provide for it ’ s beings now that it had almost been decimated by a destruction to the climate and seemingly endless wars. Wars that felt like only stories to the isolated city of Union Gamma, the Order had protected this group out of necessity to finish harvesting the resources that lay within its land. 
 
 “ Good thing you came when you did Murel ” Gurdin said inspecting the source code of Murel ’ s wrist device on the blue projected screen stemming from his wrist. “ We ’ re about to close up shop here, got a report that the Order might be onto our location again. ” The woman ’ s projection dimmed as it was being reset and Gurdin pressed off his own, standing up and stretching his arms out wide. “ That should do it. The scanners should malfunction when reading your body data, just incase we get separated or something. ” 
 
 Murel looked perplexed at the device. “ Thanks ” she said briefly, looking down at the cold metal floor with distraught eyes. 
 
 “ I know you ’ re probably a little scared, but don ’ t worry. We ’ ve had about a 70 % success rate at smuggling the old out of the city and we ’ re only getting better at it. ” Gurdin stared at her, appreciating the work he had done on her newly dyed brown hair, her pinched in cheeks and neck, her newly toned skin looking miraculously soft, she didn ’ t look a day over 21 now. He turned to the AI, “ gear up the drone for take-off, we ’ ll be leaving in five. Notify Lansing to prep a landing port for us outside the reservoir. We can ’ t- ” 
 
 The ringing of an alarm interrupted him. “ Police force approaching ” AI35 said. 
 
 “ Shit ” Gurdin said, standing up and moving to the control booth. “ We got ta get- ” 
 
 “ Stand down traitors ” a megaphoned voice called from outside the drone. “ We have you surrounded and your engines locked. ” 
 
 “ What fools ” Gurdin laughed, inspecting the display screen on the panel in front of him. “ 35, release the engine breaks manually once I hit them. ” 
 
 “ Copy ” the robot responded. 
 
 Boom! A large explosion went off underneath the ship. Gurdin watched the display as Murel sat there terrified she might be captured after all of this work to escape. 
 
 “ There ’ s a couple of them left ” Murel said pointing to the screen. 
 
 Gurdin pulled on a mask over his eyes and controlled a joystick from the panel. The three left standing instantly dropped with three swift clicks. He pulled the mask off and rushed over to his robot. 
 
 “ Ready? ” he asked. 
 
 “ Engine still locked ” 
 
 A banging noise came from the entrance of the drone. Murel moved to the back of the control room and huddled under a shelf. The entrance began to open as Gurdin fiddled with some switches. 
 
 “ We ’ re off! ” he shouted with glee. The ship began to buzz as it hovered slowly. A man at the entrance began climbing into the ship. 
 
 “ Stop at once in the name of the Order! ” he yelled. 
 
 “ Eat shit ” Gurdin said, pulling out his gun and shooting the man directly in the forehead. He clenched onto the dock as the life drained out of him. The ship rose up higher and began to ascend out of the city. “ Another close one 35. ” 
 
 Murel crawled out from under the shelf dusting off her new clothes which extenuated her newly found youthful figure. “ Won ’ t they be following us? ” she asked. 
 
 “ They can try, but once we hit the northwest quadrant, we ’ ll have the resistance fusion blasters on our side ” Gurdin responded, “ The Orders drones won ’ t stand a chance. ” 
 
 Murel stared at the rear display screen, watching the city that she had grew up in fade away in the distance. A strange feeling of hope and confidence overcame her. She had just escaped the clutches of death she had feared for the past two years. 

