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A Dangerous Race Day 1: This is the diary of Claire Statir. The sight of Earth below us is astonishing. We are the first high school students to travel into space in the “Living Vessel”. There are classrooms for the necessary classes and bedrooms. The mission is set up for six months to see how young people would adapt to living in space after that period of time. We’re facing a time that is predicted to come within the next decade; called the “Flood”. The Earth which has gone through the ice age is apparently repeating history. Except this time, instead of making glaciers, they’re all melting which will flood the continents, leaving no vegetation. The government pretends this trip is simply an experiment for scientific purposes, but we’re trying to save some, not all, but some of humanity. We’re trying to race time. We are here because “Children are the Future” Day 30: We have overcome our home sickness, and overcome the fun part of being in space. We are not even allowed to go into space even with a space suit and chord connecting to the ship! Well key word is not supposed to. Every person here has snuck out while the adults are sleeping to experience space. They say there’s radiation or something dumb. They’re just being over protective. Day 60: I have been diagnosed with congestive heart failure, along with fifty other students, no adults. Venturing into space exposed us to chemicals that weakened our respiratory system. Now, ten of the fifty diagnosed need heart transplants. I am one of them. Day 90: Since going into space has been completely shut down, no more people have been diagnosed. There is a problem with needing a heart transplant in space, there are no donors. The five doctors upon the ship don’t know what they’re going to do, because the ten of us need transplants within the next three months. We cannot receive them from earth because the hearts would not stay beating for over twelve hours. It takes three days to get to our ship from Earth. We are scared that we’ll die. Day 120: The doctors have created what they call “IAH”; it is an imitation of the artificial heart, using the few materials we have here. They’re using a reciprocating ball, tilted disk and human tissue. They are enforcing the first surgery in a month, because it is not ready yet. Sadly, three of the ten are expected to die before then due to not enough blood pumping through their bodies. Day 150: We had a leak in our ship exposing everyone to radiation poisoning. Twenty have radiation poisoning which we cannot help. Six of the ten with congestive heart failure got radiation poisoning and have died within three days. There are four of us left. We, us four and the twenty with radiation poisoning have become the diseased ones of the ship. Everyone backs away from us as if we are contagious. They are performing the first surgery today. They are performing the transplant on my dearest friend here, Crystal. Day 150 (continued): Crystal did not make it through the surgery because they did not give her enough anesthetic and the pain killed her. The heartless doctors have no grieved at all; they simply say tomorrow they’re operating on someone else. Day 155: There is something very wrong here. All the people that have been operated on have been killed and all those with radiation poisoning are dying off. The doctors and adults have become stone cold, living each day to the next. Meanwhile, people are dropping like flies. Where they are putting these dead people, I couldn’t tell you. Day 165: I figured it out! I know I did. Although nobody believes me, I know what’s going on. There is only one explanation for what could be going on here. The symptoms; people being diagnosed and every single person are diagnosed with something each day. Every single one of those people has died, except me. The adults are killing us off. They think if we all die from these “diagnoses” and none of them ever develop one, they are the future, not us. Day 175: One other person I and, Rachel, are the only ones left on the ship, we are hiding in the departure staircase, and the adults are going to kill every single kid. We have five more days to stay here without being discovered before we’re home. There is no breathing loudly or talking. Day 178: Two more days, and I’m afraid the adults know they are not alone. We hear them searching the ship and shouting. I am hiding this diary in case they find us. This way when they clean the ship, they’ll see what has happened and hopefully realize that children really are the future. The race to save humanity can be saved. Day 180: This is Mrs. Larrace. Claire Statir was diagnosed with depression and congestive heart failure. We operated and did the best we could, but she could not pull through because of her chronic depression. As for Rachel, she simply could not handle the pain of her friend making up stories to scare her. We tried to stop her, but we were too late. She committed suicide. It was a dangerous race against time, and although we tried to save every kid here, we could not, they can’t handle these conditions. After all, they are just kids. The race is over.