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Billions of years ago, in the Outer Sun Department, there were countless stars.

181 years after the escape fleet of Earth departed, on the flagship New Hope…

The strike, protest, and riot had lasted ten days.

The lights, which had been lackluster because of the energy control system, were blinking rapidly now and then because of the damage to the circuits, making the crowd inside the narrow cabin even more furious and confused.

"Objection! Objection! Why are the authorities reducing our food and water ration? Are we really going to starve to death?"

"The environment on board is getting worse and worse. We have to work in a high temperature of almost eighty degrees every day. This is not an escape, nor is it marching toward New Hope. This is torture worse than death. This is an indefinite death sentence!