The United States, 2065
There were a lot of people jostling with their children in front of an organization building. They want to hand over their children to the organization because the world is already very chaotic, and the organization promises a better life for their children. So is a middle-aged woman holding her 12-year-old son, trying to reach the front so she can hand her son over to the organization. Just before the fence closed, she managed to hand over her son, who was looking at her sadly and confusedly. Before her son was taken away, she said,
"Thomas, Mommy love you so much. Always remember that,"
"Mom! No! Mommy!" her son was hysterical when he was forced to enter the organization's building.
One by one, people left the organization building to try to continue their life. Meanwhile, the children were taken to enter a vehicle that would go to the main building of their organization. The boy who was last brought in sat quietly, looking around in confusion. Until suddenly, a hand touched his hand from in front of him. He looked ahead and saw a woman dressed like a doctor smiling at him.
"It's okay, Thomas. Everything will be fine and always remember 'Wicked is Good'," the woman said before suddenly everything went black.
***
20 years later
"Hey, Thomas. What are you doing? Why are you daydreaming? Let's go to the lab," said a woman who in the same age as him.
"Ah, yeah. Okay, I'm coming, Teresa," said Thomas who came back from his daydream.
They both walk together to the lab. When they arrive, there are already many of their friends are waiting for them.
"Why is it taking so long? Did you sleep on the way?" Gally quipped, looking annoyed that he had to wait so long for Thomas and Teresa to arrive.
"Sorry," said Thomas. Teresa and him put on their lab coats and other equipment.
"Morning, everyone. Does everyone here?" said a woman in her 50s to them. Around her neck hung a name tag with the name 'Ava Paige'.
"Morning, Doctor," said all of them.
"Alright, let's begin," said Ava which they all followed.
*
"What's wrong, Thomas? Why do you look like you're thinking about something? Is there something wrong?" asked Minho while putting a spoonful of food into his mouth.
"Did you pounder why we are not allowed to go outside? It is like why are we free to do anything while staying in this building but not allowed to go out at all? What's really going on?" asked Thomas to his friends.
"Alright, look Thomas. We have already talk about this, right? We just have trust what they said. That's it. Don't think too much about this," said Newt.
"No, I can't. It doesn't make sense. Why we have no memory about our childhood? Why the only one we could remember just our name? And I'm sure there is something that Wicked hide," said Thomas, who was still clinging to what he was thinking.
"Thomas, please," begged Teresa to stop Thomas from thinking about it.
"No, wait. I think what Thomas said has some truth in it too. I also wonder why I can only remember my name not with memories from when I was a child. I mean, we've been in this building since childhood, haven't we? Are we really born in this building or have we ever lived outside this building?" said Minho, who agreed while asking a question that was always on his mind.
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Hope amid Chaos
FanfictionIn 2085, an organization called the World Catastrophe Killzone Department (Wicked) has cared for and raised so many children since 20 years ago. The children never saw the outside world again and were strictly forbidden to leave the Wicked building...