But where do I go? My parents cut me off a long time ago, and I have no siblings. I don't have any friends to turn to, only associates.
If I'm running away, I need a way off this island. I check my phone for a route to the coast, and it dawns on me everyone phones has a tracking device. I commit the route to memory, and throw the phone on the ground in a panic, destroying it with my heel. My bike is out back, I can use that to escape under the cover of the rain. I cycle away from my place, duffel back secure on my back, using backroads and alleys to avoid detection. The siren sounds fade.
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Five hours of cycling later and I'm at the coast. I find a ship scheduled for the next island over and buy a ticket for passage. There is nothing on this island left for me. My associates are burned. At least I can find a different island, with different ideals that will let me live the future I'm looking for. I depart, no turning back.
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I clutched my duffel bag close as we arrived, looking for comfort in my belongings within this new environment. First things first, I need a new phone. It would be suspicious if I didn't have one after all. I buy one, and use it to look for a new place to live. While settling in, I was astounded to see this island's upvote count on vaccine legalization: more than 300k upvotes. Not only that, but they also allow children to inherit from their parents. I'm shocked. I can actually make an honest living here, and I can raise a legacy on it. Why didn't I make the move sooner?
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The vaccines I made over the years were able to help many people who were happy to recieve them. I made more than I could have ever dreamed doing so too. The family I made will be secure with the inheritance I will leave them. It all turned out just as I had hoped.