Newt

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My name is Newton Miller, but all my friends call me Newt, and my little sister used to call me fig newton. I'm an average Joe, 5'11, I like football, women, dogs, ya know, average, except I work for the police, as riot control. Which is why I can't get a girlfriend. Everyone has a thing against the police right now, since it's 2038, the year of "change" and "a new beginning" even though riots, murders, and crimes have been rampant for the past 18 years. The government is near the edge of crumbling, and throwing out new laws left and right just to make laws, the most recent one being police officers can't talk with civilians in person, doesn't matter if it's family or the person your married too, and if you're found talking with one, you're taken away to the building, no one really knows what happens to you in there, but you rarely come out mentally stable enough to talk about what happens and they usually kill themselves, it's horrible, but its the governments only way to keep their own police officers in line and not turn on them. I respected the rules, I enforced them, and I even reported to HQ if I heard if someone was communicating to civilians, I was a loyal officer, all until yesterday, when I met her.

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