April 18, 2004
EXT. CLASSROOM - DAY
It's a group of twelve-year-olds, serious and well dressed.
They sit on their heels under a sparsely elegant tent, small
wooden desks with embedded screens in front of them. The
tent is on a lawn surrounded by lush foliage. People walk
about and vehicles glide quietly overhead. A utopian vista.
Now that the war's over, our
soldiers get to come home, yes?
Some of them. Some will be
stationed on the rim planets as
I don't understand. Why were the
Independents even fighting us?
Why wouldn't they look to be more
That's a good question. Does
anybody want to open on that?
I hear they're cannibals.