"Two hundred years ago, our world was at war. Terrorism was at its peak, fuelled by hot-headed youth, searching for change. Major cities around the world were bombed and street riots were common. The world population of 7.3 billion was reduced to a quarter of this. As a precaution, all True Births were suspended and offspring programmed with all the necessary skills, until their Awakening on the first day of their thirtieth year. As a society, we have no youth. The only exception is those resisting, who have illegally adopted traditional methods of existence. Children as young as eight have been sighted. No one knows when they first discovered a way to bypass our medically induces sterilisation. As someone who has been born six years early, it is assumed that these rebels will see you as one of them." The Minister stared at me with such severity, "Now, you understand fully what you must accomplish and the repercussions if you fail?"
I stared back, matching his gaze. I understood clearly, "Yes Minister, I will not fail."
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Elicerent
FantasyNo one is born. We are all made. You are woken from your slumber on your thirtieth year and programmed with all the knowledge and skills that you need to assimilate into the perfect society. Those who rebel against these ways that protect us from th...
