Paradise. That’s what they were offering.
Enter the lottery and you had a chance to win one of the 100,000 spots on the new island paradise our government had been working on, unknown to us, for years.
Unemployment was at a record high, food shortages were happening all over. Rationing was being implemented in the larger cities. People were scared.
Everyone signed up for the lottery as soon as it was announced. My mom signed us all up, hoping even one of us had a chance to live without fear or starvation.
My sister was the lucky one. Her number was chosen, and military men showed up a few weeks after the drawing to take her away.
It was a teary farewell as we all watched my sister embark on her new journey.
It was maybe a month later when the picture was released. Someone had obtained a satellite image of this island paradise, hoping to see where the lucky 100,000 would spend their lives.
Bewilderment led to panic, when we all saw the only thing on the island was a large factory.
Not long after that, the new protein bars were introduced into the rations.