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I wake up once again in a white room with an IV in my arm. This has got to stop happening I think to myself stupidly. My eyelids have never felt so heavy before in my life. I feel empty. I've been hungry before but this feeling doesn't have the pain I'm used to its just the emptiness. I wonder how long I've been out for? Before I got down the hospital wing I'd been eating the most consistently since we landed on Earth.

I look at my arm. I'm handcuffed to the hospital bed but that's not what surprises me. The gash on in it completely scabbed over, and looking seriously on the mend. That couldn't happen in a day not unless they had serious medicine that we knew nothing about stored away down here.

"Ah I see you're awake." A familiar voice sounds from behind my head. It's the president. I squirm, trying to get a better view of him and feeling distinctly vulnerable not having him in sight when he's only two feet away. He must sense me discomfort because he steps info view, and pulls over a wheely chair to sit beside my hospital bed.

"How long have I been asleep?" I demand, wishing my voice had more strength behind it.

"Ten days. We haven't induced like that in decades. Still, exceptions can be made in times of need."

This comment confuses me. Surely they wouldn't keep me alive in a coma for ten days just to drain my blood.

"What's the need? Why do you need my blood so badly? How many of my people have you already killed?"

"My dear, my dear. Calm down child. We do not harvest from the sky people. If we had any intention of doing that we never would have wasted time and resources putting you up as if you were our own.

"Then what do you want from us? Why did you bring us here? And don't give me that bullshit about protecting us for the sake of humanity, I know you don't give a rats ass about the people you gather up to drain to death."

"So hasty. And such rude words, honestly Clarke it's like you try to be unpleasant."

I just glare at him until he continues.

"Three years. That's how long the supplies here were supposed to last. Three years. Thankfully the Forefathers were some of the brightest minds of their day and were hell bent on insuring humanities survival. The lower levels were converted for farming, energy was harvested from the toxic surface, mines were dug lower than they'd ever been dug before to reach pure aqueducts under the ground. And so here we are. The problem is, because no one thought it would work, no one prepared for some of the more delicate realities of longevity. While there were originally 120 survivors those 120 only came from 32 different families. Some died in the initial few years, many were past breeding age, and there was no understanding of the need to diversify. People stayed, for the most part, with their wives. Now, 97 years down the line our ability to avoid close relatives when choosing a mate is strained. Matters are made worse by the fact that many of our children do not survive to breeding age because of lack of vitamin D."

"But then you and your people came, like a gift from God, 100 breeding age radiation tolerant teenagers falling from the sky right into our backyard. We couldn't take all 100 of you, which is why we waited so long- such an immediate boost in our population would have compromised our supplies. Your timing was perfect, we were just about to start a breeding program with the grounders had you not shown up, but that was far from ideal. The savages are hostile, backwards people, and our people have no desire to bring them into our fold. We're not just looking for DNA, our people come from family units, so we'd much rather have new members than caged brood cows. And besides, the rate at which they're children are born with mutations is high and unpleasant to deal with, and you've seen the reapers, so you know why it's best that they deal with it sooner rather than later."

"But the cabinet agreed when we realized we'd only gotten 48 of you that every addition was vital. We were hoping to sweep in when the battle had only cleared out a few of you, but the savages came with far more troops than we had anticipated. I think some of us were worried we wouldn't get any of you at all, but you surprised us with your resourcefulness. Still 48 is not as many as we'd wished for, so I'm hoping you understand."

"Understand What?" I ask, horrified of the answer.

"With the rest of your people it won't have to be this way. We're giving them inhibition lowering drugs but we're letting them decide for themselves to take action. All the girls are being fed fertility stimulators of course, but the main choice is there's to make. You on the other hand, after this last episode I knew there was no hope."

I assume that means he's just going to kill me. Weird, to keep me alive to lecture me for all this time. Rashly I blurt out, "if you were just going to kill me you should've done it already."

"Clarke, you're not listening, every one of you is vital."

My blood goes cold. "You're going to let someone rape me?"I breathe almost too horrified to know the answer.

"Good gracious no Clarke, we're not those savages on the surface, this isn't about hurting you or lust, this is about our legacy."

"I don't understand."

"The artificial insemination procedure was entirely noninvasive. We only kept you in a coma afterwards to insure that it was a success. We'll have to keep you down here, of course for the duration, at which time you can either decide to rejoin the community and be a mother to your child, or be executed."

"What?"

"The pregnancy was confirmed two days ago. Congratulations Clarke, you're a part of Earth's legacy now."