Imperfect (on hold)

Imperfect

This world is a perfect one. That is what we are told, what we are instructed to repeat like mindless beings. There is nothing in this seemingly utopian world that is out of place. The people, the city, even the animals are flawless. Those who are not, are forced to leave.

We call ourselves Imperfect. The rebellious group acting against the rest of the world, or the Perfects, as we call them. The perfect world where mistakes are punishable by death or exile. Where babies are often born with chips implanted into their brains, or put under simulations. Where perfection is no longer unachievable, it is the norm. And anything less than perfection is not accepted.

The Perfect believe in perfection. We believe in freedom. And that is what the Imperfect fight for.