The wailing made it harder. The chorus of crying mothers and fathers, stretched out in a mile long line, all to say goodbye to their children. Forever. Of course, there were some, begging at the armed forces holding the line, to let their children go despite not being selected into the Rebirth program.
No, for them, it was the end of the line. Those filing between the steel doors and down dozens of flights of stairs were humanity’s best hope of surviving the impending disaster. Only the best and brightest could go. The rest would be lost. Not forgotten. Never forgotten. They were the Chosens’ mothers and fathers. For the next few years, they would be cried for in the small underground compartments.
And those wailings would rival those cried now.