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The Sign For Drowning THE HUNGER GAMES / 2023
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So God created man in His own image; In the image of God, He created him. Genesis 1:27
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ATLAS CHEVALIER ISN'T SURE IF HE BELIEVES IN THE OLD GODS, but in a society fraught with deplorable conclusion, where schoolchildren procure their first kill before their first kiss, and demise creeps through the districts like an inexorable famine, he knows this much to be true: in order to end, one must first begin.
B-E-G-I-N. He learns how to spell the word with his hands, just shy of three. Begin.
Synonymous, BIRTH. Atlas has no memory of such: a definitive moment of blip-quick transition, an incomprehensible tether between a nonsensical speck of black matter floating aimlessly through the cosmos and a garnished Capitol laboring suite, where Calypsa Chevalier – one of Panem's most established socialites and, more notably, consort to District Two's chief of masonry – gazes distantly at her new son, her firstborn. Mere hours old, he is silent and pink, warm and writhing, an entity round at the edges — like an organ, one might say. A stark contrast to the sharp, callous eye of the room's florescent bulbs.
This child is destined for great things, Calypsa. The doctor had proclaimed upon a brief period of observation, nodding assuredly as he scratched out a line of half-minded prose across his clipboard. Yes, just look at the way that he moves. Mere hours old, and already demonstrating the qualities of a victor. You must be so proud.
