The air is thick with smoke and fear. The children are lined up near the gate — freedom only a few steps away. The alarms are screaming through the compound, red lights flashing against pale faces.But before anyone can move, you hear the heavy clack of boots on gravel. The other Moms emerge from the shadows, rifles raised. Their black uniforms glint in the harsh light, faces cold and unreadable. The circle tightens.

Mom #1 (calmly): “No one moves.” Mom #2: “You’ve caused enough trouble, children.”

The gates — so close — now feel impossibly far away.

Isabella:walks”My precious children, you've all come back to me.”

Emma:whispers”mom”

Peter:”the systems online again.good job grandma Isabella.You poor lost children.Playtime is over.”

Norman:”Peter Ratri..”

Emma:”that’s him.the gatekeeper?”

Peter:”it’s been awhile Norman.i see you brought the defects too.”

Barbara”Damn you-!”

Mom 1:shoots

Peter:”No matter how fast or strong we made you,You’re not bulletproof.”

Isabella:”drop your weapons and stand back.”

Peter:”You really should listen to your mother,kids.she only wants what’s best for you.I'm sorry about your plan,but it was a good try anyway.”

Emma:”all we wanted as a future.we were sick of losing our family.I’ll never give up,because we was meant to be free!”

Peter:”young lady,all of you were meant to be food.”

Emma:”well,I don’t give a damn what you say!”

peter scoffs

Isabella:smiles and raises her gun at Peter”now that’s my girl.i raised my children well and couldn’t be prouder of them.you get perfect scores across the board.”

other moms raising their guns at Peter

Peter:”Isabella,you traitor”

Isabella:”I’ve grown rather tired of how you and the farms continue to run things.so I felt it best to bring the whole system down.And now here we are.”

Emma:”mom, i-“

Isabella:”ah.there’s no need to be modlin’.We share the same goal.that’s all.”

Emma:”thanks mom”

Isabella:smiles softly