Ch.1

It was year 3020, what was known as Earth only exists in history. What was known as the home planet was killed by those who called it home.

The Siren Government of Space aka SGS, is the law of space. They are 'Jesus' to the remaining people of the once great human specie.

Yet once more, women lost their voices and men ruled. Hierarchy was re-established.

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Year 3002: 18 years before.

After the planet Earth exploded in 2090, only those who were seen as worthy of the human species to survive were allowed to live in the airship that was created once scientists figured out that Earth is about to die.

None of the lower middle class and bottom class knew that their sweet home was on its death bed. The government that people once strongly depend on and believed betrayed them. It was an SSSSSS mission that 'had' to be kept a secret from society as the government declared.

And so, only the rich, scientists, engineers, doctors, upper middle class, the mid-middle class, important politicians, anyone that deems to be worthy of surviving and helping the human specie to regrow its population were assigned to live in airships.

However, those who weren't deemed as worthy by the government were long forgotten with the Earth.

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In airship number 1,900 out of 2,000 airships where the mid-middle class. They are the in the middle between the upper and lower middle class. But, they were considered as the bottom class of the hierarchy.

A woman who was 31 yet looked like 25 was in a room that looked like what once existed before, a hospital. Sweat was on her face as she had one hand on her large stomach. She was biting her lips as if she was in great pain and yet there was determination that can be seen in her eyes.

Outside the door: "Doctor, the patient is about to give birth, however, we don't have much medicine to promise both the mother and child surviving." A nurse wearing her light-orange hair in a bun with a pink cup that has a red cross on matching with her nurse white outfit that also has a red cross on her left breast.

"Ugh! We can't decide which one to save. All we have to do is leaving it to the family and we will do what they want us to do." A middle age doctor in his late 30s said sighing at the situation.

The nurse and the doctor looked at each other for a few minutes before the doctor reached out to open the door that led to the woman that was sweating as if she ran a marathon.

"Ma'am, I'm sure you know how risky ensuring the safety of the child and you at this time. You know we get a certain amount of every medicine every three months. And we are at our lowest at the moment." The doctor explained.

On the other hand, a tear slipped off the women's left eye in desperation and defeat. Her child was due actually in 1 months yet she fell causing her to bleed and forced her to have to go to early labor. Oh, how dumb of her. She truly wished her husband would be here at the moment. But she knew he will never come back. He was forced to go to training at airship 500 and never returned for the past 7 months. He exactly had to left a month after they figured out she was pregnant. He had send her texts and letters everyday yet it stopped two months after and she never heard of him. She tried asking people and even asked help from the government yet as if she was invisible, no one answered her.

"My child... safe my child. P...p...please." The woman said crying out loud in pain and desperation. Previously, she had few miscarriages before this pregnancy due to her health always being weak. She was fragile.

The nurse and doctor looked at the women in pity. She was beautiful with her brown-breast length hair, hazel eyes and a small nose in the nose and pink lips to top it all. She looked younger than her age by 6 years. But at the moment, it looked like she aged 10 years.

Once more the doctor sighed and he finally agreed to her request. He turned to look at the nurse and told her to get everything that's needed for the birth. The nurse nodded and went out of the room to grab all that left of the medicine that could be any help to the mother and her child.

30 minutes later, everything in the room was ready for the birth.

15 hours later, a child cry can be heard.

"Congratulations, it's a beautiful girl." The doctor and his team of assistant nurses said. However, what surprised them the most was that the girl has blonde, almost gold hair. Screwed that, she has gold hair with gold-hazel eyes. She was beautiful for a baby.

The woman was feeling her last breath slipping away so she begged if she could hold her daughter for the first and last time as she couldn't wait for them to clean her.

Seeing gold hair surprised her. It left her in awe of her daughter's beauty.

"What would you like to name her," the doctor asked. In normal labor, the doctor would leave after securing the health of the child and the mother. Yet, he stayed wanting to know the name the mother would come up for the child. He knew the child will cause cities to fight over her as she gets older. Her beauty was undeniable. He knew she was precious such like the color of her hair.

"Let's name her..."

And just like that the woman took her last breath holding her child in her embrace, a smile on her face.

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The light-orange hair nurse went to the mother and grabbed the child to take to the NICU.

"Do we burn her body or are we doing the second choice?" One of the nurses asked.

Usually since Earth has been gone for almost a century and yet they couldn't find a new home. There was no land to bury the deceased. The only two choices they had were burning the person or throwing the body somewhere out of the airship.

"But her body in one of the morgues since we can't decide without a family member." Once again the doctor felt sighing out loud. Today was one of his worst days where he wished he could have done something as a doctor to safe his patient.

"Alright." The nurse answered.

The rest of the team started cleaning out the room, pulling the mother and child apart.