Ima would give anything to escape The Dome and learn what's beyond its barriers, but the Chicago government has kept all its citizens on lockdown ever since the Scorched Years left most of the world a desert wasteland. When a mysterious group of hooded figures enters the city unexpectedly, Ima uncovers a plot to destroy The Dome and is given the choice between escaping to a new, dangerous city or staying behind and fighting a battle she can never win.
Twelve cups of water sat on the table, four for each of them. Next to each cup sat a pill - yellow for fat, red for carbs, blue for protein, and green for vitamins.
Vaughn took the red pill, ripped it in half like a pack of sugar, and poured it into his cup. He set his cup in a contraption on the table and it whirled and hissed. When the machine finished, the cup had a pink, swirly liquid inside.
Nahum looked at the four cups in distaste.
"Not up yo your standards?" Vaughn asked, shooting his drink. He swallowed the mixture in one large gulp. "I would get you something else, but we're rebuilding our hash. We can't afford real food, plus it's bad for you anyway. Extremely difficult to maintain a balanced diet."
Nahum's nose twitched as he laughed. "People don't live indefinitely."
But Vaughn looked genuinely surprised. "Of course we do. Have you seen anyone that looks over the age of twenty-five to you?"
"What does that mean, though?" Ima asked out of curiosity. "How could you live indefinitely? You may not look older, but you still age."
Vaughn grinned. "Like I said before - there's a lot you don't understand about this world."
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