In the year 2125 all hope was lost. Hope was a faded memory left only in the minds of the senile and foolish. The conditions of Earth grew worse every day since, and it has been awhile since. The trouble in 2125 was the rebellions that spread like the plague, and the plague spread like the rebellions, so like the plague. The air was classified as a highly addictive inhalant drug, though it wasn’t addictive it was just unavoidable. The air conditions worsened and it became just a mist of death. There were so many sicknesses that black death was the least worrisome, there was a plague for every color that Crayola could think of. One point five million people were lost to the “laser lemon” plaque alone. The resources were so scarce that it was
