Noom opened the back keypad and stroke something in a rapid succession of keystrokes that was undescribably fast. She'd done this before. In the overhead display we could see what looked like an old suveillance video of the underground laboratory. There was a man there, Matan's father, I supposed, he was looking at what looked like a test tube that glowed bright orange. A woman entered the room, right that instance I knew who she was... I hadn't seen her in what seemed centuries, but still, her image was recognizable, her white lab coat, her digital glasses... it was my mother. The moment I saw her a tear rolled down my cheek, I hadn't cried in a long time, not ever since they took her away. Matan and Noom were telling the truth. I looked outside the window, not wanting them to see my watery eyes.
Through the window, I saw the sign, IC 12 - Mexico, it wouldn't be long since we saw the high-fence that divided the Nevada from the mexican state of New Sonora. The desert was endless, but I could start seeing little pin-points of light in the ever-growing darkness that had surrounded us so soon. The hovercar came to a stop, there was an unending line to cross the border.
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