Almost sixty years ago, we were killin' each other for loaves of bread. Now I can visit my grandson on Mars every weekend. Far as I can tell, he'll never go hungry. For that, I am eternally grateful.

-Unknown veteran of the Starving War, July 4th, 2124 CE

"HERE THEY COME."

Pyra twisted in her seat, struggling not to look away as a line of new prisoners was ushered into the cafeteria. Three times Pyra had witnessed fresh batches of recruits stumble into ...