Today I feel out of it. As I wait in line to receive my code, I look around me. Whenever someone turns fourteen or thirteen, they get coded to live in a certain society for the rest of their lives. You have the high society, which control consumer sales and politics, the middle class society, which controls textiles, food export and more, but the low class society gets no job but to be there and be dirty.
Then you have the side societies. The one I live in, Society Sector A, is a fairly rich society, The others are S.S. B and S.S. C, small town like societies.
The doctor came out and called my name. Jackson Frey. I looked at her, and my parents smiled. The lady led me into a dimmed out room, where my thoughts where hooked up to a thinking machine.
She pulled my sandy blonde hair out my face, and scanned my green eyes.
The lady was clad in a punk outfit as I looked, the lady had black hair with red tips. She lived previously in Society C, judged on her clothing choice and possible music taste.
She handed me a paper. "Okay, Jackson, solve these questions." I nod. If my thoughts were any different, I would be defective, a super freak, if you will.
I looked out the gray window. "Man..."
I quickly finished the test and smiled kindly back at the nurse. She smiled, and handed up my paper. "Thank you Jackson, but I'm afraid you will not be given a code."
I struggle for a minute and suddenly calm, I sigh, and everything slowly dispitates away. What have I done? Had I did something wrong, I should have known.
I don't remember much after that day. I don't remember my parent's faces, nor my sister's. It's been five years since I'd been labeled Defective. I had been separated from my family, given a new name, a new 'home.' The only close thing I had gotten to home was the letters.
The last one I had gotten was last year, before I escaped the camp. I remember almost being killed by the soldiers, but I escaped.
I pulled out the crinkled letter and looked over it. It read:
"Hey, Jax!
It's dad, mom, and Elyssa, of course. We're writing you because we love you, of course. We miss you a bunch, but you know what? It comes and goes in waves, right? Well, here's a picture of Elyssa since you left.
Pretty cool right? She looks all grown up, and kind've like your mother. Anyway, Jax, I'm running out of space to write. Love you.
-Dad, Mom, and Elyssa."
I folded the letter and put it back in my rucksack of stuff. They wouldn't reconigze me anymore, I look so different. I have shaggy blond surfer hair, dull blue eyes, and a bit of a scruffy beard going on. I wear a black tank top, cargo pants, combat boots, a black hoodie and I keep a black rucksack with me.
I lit up a ciggaret, and breathed a heavy cloud. I was in the rubble of the city after the seventh world war. I sigh, and look at the people who survived. Homeless elderly, ruffian children, theiving teens, and broken adults. This was the city I used to live in. To see it reduced to debris and rubble, I lowered my head.
What had happened when I was gone?
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The Code
Ciencia FicciónJackson Frey doesn't live in a normal world. In fact, he's never known normal his entire life, though he is supposed to be. In a world where being coded is considered custom, What happens when you're defective?
