The next morning, Raiko, Silo, and I visit the refugees on the first floor. We quickly find out that the thousands of people who fled from the Federation were squeezed into a group of “emergency cabins,” or, one general area that’s too small for the amount of those seeking asylum elsewhere. The ones without connections in high places send petitions to different human governments around the world, and all they can do is wait to find shelter in the civilizations that will take them.
When we make our way down the dimly-lit, metal alley housing the majority of the refugees, we’re met with downtrodden people who haven’t showered or had the money to reserve any food for themselves.
Silo’s the friendliest of us all, and so those bold enough to approach us go to him first. Anyone who asks and wh
