Chapter Three
Ten years laterI awake in the same coffin-like cell in the purple section to the sound of my wrist band emitting its nerve-rattling buzzing.
I can’t say I’m happy, yet I know I have it as good as it can get at EASA. At age twenty-three, I’m in my final year and graduation is finally within reach. It has been a long internship.
I haven’t been home since the end of my first-year visitations. Communications happen once a year in the shape of a brief exchange via holograms on my birthday. I miss Dad, Neath, and Ray-Ray. Occasionally, I astral travel to them. They don’t know I’m there and can’t talk with me, but it’s enough to put my mind at rest as to their wellbeing.
EASA says it isn’t healthy for us to hold on too tight to home, to our past, saying it won’t serve us when we
