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People like to think that in life, they have choices.
From the moment they grow up, they're presented with 'important' decisions right after 'essential' options right after 'major' commitments. And maybe I'm running out of synonyms, but the point still stands. From the moment someone is born, they're taught how to pick and choose. What food to eat? What to spend their money on? What job they want?
Or maybe more specific things. What type of music they like? Whether they want to keep healthy or not? What subjects to study in school? So many choices, all tossed straight at people's faces. It's kind of hilarious, and also kind of fucked up. Because what these people don't realise, is there's really only one choice that matters. A choice you make pretty much every second of every day.
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DIRTY LITTLE ANIMALS │A Bluelock Cyberpunk AU
FanfictionThere's really only one choice in life that matters. To live? Or to die. Iris knows that better than anyone else. Living rough on the neon-lit streets of New Elysium, the world's biggest super metropolis, he does what he needs to live. Even if that...
