“2149 is bleak. The economy is suffering, the air is so polluted it gives us all lung cancer, we’ve ignored global warming and stripped the earth of all her best resources, overpopulation has plagued our society for 100 years. Not all hope is lost though! If you’re in one of these highly sought after career fields you, yes you could get a one way ticket to the past, to our future’s greatest hope, Terra Nova.”
“Turn that shit off,” Clarke said as Raven sat comfortably watching the TV.
“I’m watching the game, it’s not my fault there’s a recruiting commercial on,” Raven defended.
“I don’t even know who paid for those commercials. Probably the government to make people excited about the colony.” Clarke spun around a few times looking for something in their tiny apartment. “You, of all people, know it’s not that easy to get there. They don’t need a commercial to find people to go. Everyone is falling over themselves to get there. So and so’s cousin knows a guy, a sister of a friend of a coworker heard there’s a trick to the lottery.”
“I can’t believe they’re not advertising with dinosaurs. Everybody fuckin’ loves dinosaurs. That’s a selling point,” Raven said with a bright grin.
