I'm torn out of the seat as the chute deploys. I sigh as I float down.
"I'm sorry guys," I say.
I remember a man, telling me about a place full of freedom, far away from NUAC. It wasn't compulsively militaristic or corrupt, but accepting, and even if you were indentured, there was still a taste of freedom.
One day, they came for him, and took him away. God knows where. They told me that he had lied to me. I believed it for a while, but everything he said I began to see. The suppression of dissenting ideas, the lack of free thought.