I found myself on the floor of my bedroom.. again. For some reason, I just can't seem to stop myself from sliding off the edge. I guess I could invest in a gaurd rail, but I always thought things like that were childish. With little motivation to hoist myself back up on to the bed, I stared up at the "night sky". Of course no one had seen the real sky in ages, and the digital panels lining my ceiling was as close as I was ever going to get to seeing stars. 

The year? 2212

Location? 3 miles under what used to be South Korea. 

The reason? Well, that is something I never knew, not that I was ever really curious. All they told us in school was that "Up" (What we call the outside world) was no longer safe, or suitable for human life, and it would be safer for everyone to live inside the earth, instead of on it. There are still people who travel Up, but only those who rank highly in the governments of each country, or certified personnel who go Up to retrieve things necessary for us to live. 

Why does any of this even matter? This is the story of how I fell off the edge, and the people who pushed me over. 

I halted my gaze at the "stars", and looked back up at the mountain that was my bed. 

"That's a climb I'm not going to make tonight." I thought, before being lulled back into sleep on my place on the floor.