The bus looked more like a subway train. It didn't have any wheels. Instead, in hovered slightly above a metal road. When the bus took off, the teenagers looked out the windows and they saw people who looked like humans, as well as reptile-like creatures. There were also little green men with black eyes and big heads. "So, the government has the reality engine?" Shelly asked Monica. "Yes," Monica said. "But they'll never be able to use it, no matter how hard they try. Not without the keys." "That force field saved our lives, and yet, the ship was destroyed," Steve said. "How does that make sense?" "Think of it as a car crash," Monica said. "You can survive a car crash, even if the car is destroyed." "That makes sense, I guess. …show more content…
He had noticed that all the humanoids (people who looked like humans) all wore black dress pants and white, button-up shirts. In other words, they all looked like missionaries. All the men were clean-shaven, and they all had military style haircuts. The women had their hair either in a bun, or a pony tail. Finally, Steve noticed a strange-looking symbol on the buildings. It was a circle inside a triangle, which was inside a bigger circle. There were letters that were written in between the outer circle and the triangle. They looked like the Hebrew alphabet. Steve thought that this was weird. But then again, they were on another planet. So, maybe this is just culture shock to Steve. Maybe the clothes and the hairstyles were popular among the humanoids. On the other hand, maybe the government was dictating their appearances. After all, a totalitarian government took over Lucifer. Before Steve knew it, he and everybody else who were on the bus arrived at the camp. The camp looked like a summer camp. It had several cabins, and other buildings. There also a park located between two rows of cabins and there was a walking …show more content…
She looked like a human, except her eyes were an unnatural shade of green. Her skin was also as white as powder. "Hello, everybody," the young woman said. "My name is Celeste. I'm the information officer here at the Hot Lake Displaced Person's Camp. If you please make your way off the bus, I'll give you a tour of the camp." Besides the cabins, the trail and the park, the camp had a mess hall, a clothing and supply store, an infirmary, a library, an administration office, and a classroom. Speaking of which, the classroom was the last place Celeste took everybody. "You can all take a seat, if you don't mind," Celeste said. "I just need to explain how things work around here. On this planet, we have 100 seconds in a minute, 100 minutes in an hour, and 16 hours in a day. A new day officially starts at 0100 hours. That's roughly when the sun comes up, depending on what time of year it is. "Speaking of time, we have daily classes at 0200 hours. After that, you have the rest of the day to yourselves. If you have any questions throughout your stay, you can go to the administration office any time of the day. Your first class starts tomorrow. Oh, I almost forgot." Celeste handed everybody cards. Each had a number on