![]() ![]() ![]() Supposedly, we were sent to the wheel after failing a test meant to predict a tendency for future violent and criminal behavior. I was only on the wheel for two weeks, but every day was a fight for survival. A desolate tropical island known as “the wheel,” where life expectancy is eighteen years of age. Many of them display footage of Prison Island Alpha-the colony for banished teens that Liam and I escaped from. Large digital screens are mounted in a row on the wall behind the scientists. It’s one of many such rooms and tunnels dug like burrows into the strange rock formation. ![]() The rebel scientists who run the station use this room for depositions and debriefings. I’m deep inside Destiny Station, sequestered in a small chamber carved into the massive sandstone mesa that I’ve called home for the past three weeks. I SIT IN AN uncomfortable metal chair, facing a row of six scientists in white lab coats. ![]()
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