Short chap, but I think good.

"Next." Says an un-concerned officer, lifting the pod away. We're lined up to be de-hydrated, armed guards standing by in case we try to escape. I'm behind 221 and in front of 613. 221 is next.

He's pushed onto the platform, growling at the soldiers. He stands beneath the open-ended tube and looks at me. The tube lowers, but not before he waves to me, a tear in his eye. The tube clangs against the floor, hiding him. A flash of light is seen under the tube, blinding me briefly. Then the tube lifts away, revealing a small round ball with the number 221 printed on the side. A mechanical arm picks it up and removes it. "Next." Says the officer.

I turn to 613, a tear rolling down my cheek. I can't believe this is happening to me. I move to 613 and hug him, and him me. This is the last time I'll ever see him…

Suddenly I'm roughly pulled away and onto the platform. I growl at the soldier who tore me away from my last godbyes with my love. He just shrugs, shaking his head. "Sorry, just orders." he says apologeticly.

I shiver slightly as the tube lowers. I look up in time to see 613 smiling sadly. I return it, blowing him a kiss. Then the tube clangs down. This is it. My last moments of life. I press stop sadly as a bright beam of lights floods the tube…

'O' What????? What happens??????