Men and women huddled hundreds deep, hoping to will their way into the secretive facility. Struggle or interfere on the long desert trek and they're shot. Getting in is tough; thousands will be turned away. Once inside, hard labor and years of servitude await.
Far fewer still will accomplish their ultimate goal, a whisper of a shadow of a dream in the face of soul-crushing hopelessness.
So why do those who make it inside consider themselves the lucky ones?