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“Boom!” I awoke in an instant. I found myself in a darkly lit room with no furniture. I was on a rock solid bed and was tied down firmly with rope so I couldn’t move my hands. Just then the same man who had shot me strolled into the room.

“I see you have awakened,” he said with an evil grin on his face.

“Who are you? What have you done to the colony’s generator?” My mind raced with questions.

“I am project 43.”

“You… You…” I couldn't talk; I was dumbfounded. Years ago the colonies had sent out many groups of people to different planets to investigate and see if they were suited for life. The colonies had sent out Projects 41, 42, and 43 all in one month. All of a sudden, all three of them had lost connection. The president of the colonies had sent his son up along with 25 others in Project 43’s spacecraft. His son was reluctant to go, but his farther forced him. When the space crafts lost connection the president was outraged and blamed anyone he could for this incident. Soon after he became insane and a new president was elected.

After that the whole colony thought that those three space crafts were gone forever. So how could he be from project 43? And if so, were the other two projects still alive?

“I know you might find it hard to believe,” He began, “but after we lost connection, we decided to land on the nearest planet, Earth. Everyone on board was nervous; they knew that Earth had been evacuated because of war hundreds of years before. None of the radar could reach Earth’s surface to see if it was inhabitable because the dome of energy that was surrounding Earth interfered with the radar. The slow descent was difficult, and we had many near misses with boulders while searching for a safe spot to land.

“Once we finally landed, I and a group of 4 other people suited up and headed off the spacecraft to the deserted planet of Earth.”

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come back on Saturday for the next part!