Humanity had fallen past the point of no return. We had used up all the natural nesources that we could get ahold off. As well as make the outside air almost unbreatheable.

Luckily for us and the planet, in the year 2087, a secret organization known as the Illuminati appeared out of nowhere and took charge. With their help we managed to fixed most of the problems that we had created.

Things were going great, until a couple decades later when they realized we were going down the same path as before. So they left, no warning, no explaination, just gone.

If was a few years before anyone realized the reason for their sudden dissaperance, but by then it was to late to do anything about it. We were left there to eventually fade into extinction. 

Until.

Out of nowhere, Krysum was descovered. Oh how we loved it, all new sorts of transportation, products, and of course, weapons. 

Unlike last time however, we didn't use it all for personal or country gain. Instead we pooled it all together and made the biggest spacestation hotel we possibly could.

Of course only the richest and most 'important' people were taken aboard to spend the rest of their days relaxing and looking for a new plaent to inhabitat.

This, however, is not a story about that ship, or the very short war that took place when they ran into the Illuminati's own space station.

No, this is a story about a normal teenage boy, with a normal family, living in a new normal. Where it is no longer safe to go outside without either some form of transportation, or 'protection.'

        - X