[b]Colony 257[/b]
 The night was cool with a slight breeze. All around the forests, the boy could here the soft slumber of the other animals. The boy sat on a stump of wood, with the full moon lightening his sight and the sky. He liked to be alone, the boy. He liked to think. Then he just turned back his attention to his guitar he was holding. Guitars were human, but a lot of culture in the colonies is human. They had a culture bomb on the colonies ever since the government had released documents of the human history and life. Now, the colonials could not get enough of the humans old music and instruments. Old sports the humans played are played in the colonies, possibly in the states aswell. The boy did not know, he was not the smartest lut'lin in the bunch. He continued to strum his instrument until the moon began to set, and, instinctively, he casually walked back to his farm house, almost half a mile away. 

 The house was tattered, dis repaired, almost like the clothes he wore, filled with holes. When he walked inside, he turned his attention to the fridge, he opened it, and was relieved to see that new rations had been delivered: twp loaves of bread and some meat. Any other food would have to be found in the forest, but that didn't bother him. This was a good ration, and the boy knew that. He prepared himself a cup of water, and set a saucier on the stove. He pulled out some animals bones he had found in the forest, and began to heat it with the water, making a rich broth. Some leftover vegetables were also laid into the stock, and then was the broth was set off the stove. 
 The father had walked in from his night job at the factory when the boy was finishing the mix

 "See you've made yourself with the rest of our food"

 "I made it to last us with the new rations, Pa'" he replied. He tasted the broth with his hand, relishing in its flavor. The father smiled, and left to sleep in his bed.
 The boy set the mix back into a cupboard, and deep inside his mind, he was afraid. He could hear sirens in the distance, signalling that a hanging was to take place and that all people were to conglomerate to the spot immediately.