"Wow, you remembered fast. Yeah, there was a war. Maybe even World War Three. Some idiot was elected president, and he decided the best way to solve our problems was to shut out all the people who need us." I stopped to take a couple bights of food. Silver was hanging onto my every word. I'm either a really good story teller, or she really wanted to know.

"People weren't happy. America was one of the only countries where the government won't oppress you. Not physically, anyway."

"So people attacked?"

"You got it doll." I said, winking at her. She seemed kinda confused, but she brushed it off. "I'm not sure who attacked us first, but it was someone with nukes. This part of the country was completely destroyed. People from other parts came to find out what happened, and the idiots stayed.

"Eventually, some blockhead got the idea of starting over with "perfect" people. Everyone who was already "perfect" were sent to a city really far away. Every year they take the kids who aren't "perfect" and bring them here.

"I guess you weren't perfect enough for them." I finished, shoving my plate away.

"How do you know all this?" Silver asked.

"The fake memories have a bronze tint to them. I remember my Mom telling me the story of what happened."

"So why are you telling me?"

"Because. I want you to escape with me."

AN: Sorry about the short chapter, there's no real way to stretch this without it sounding bad.