One & The Same

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     It all seemed so perfect; equality- unity finally came across our district. District of Angels, they call us. I disagree, it's god awful. Everyone here has all black hair and green eyes- nothing different. Ladies hair must be 24 inches long, no bangs, no layers, parted exactly down the middle. Gentlemen's hair was flat, combed back, not spiked, couldn't reach the middle neck region. Women's daily outfit required navy blue knee length skirt. a matching blazer, a white button-up shirt, black tie, black sheer tights, and black dress shoes.Men's clothes were fairly similar they required navy blue khaki pants, matching blazer, white button-up shirt, black tie, black long socks, and black dress shoes. No one was allowed to wear make-up.

    Other than dressing alike everyone lived in a three bedroom, two bathroom home. All the same size, all looked the same. They only had three rooms, a parents room, a room for a child, and an office. Speaking of a child's room, a family were to only have one child. If there were to be more, all but one child would be slaughtered. Also if one were not to have a child by the time they reached the age of thirty five, they suffered a painful death.

     One was not paid more than another. Everyone was paid the same ($13 an hour). If you were unable to work, you were killed. No questions. Another thing is that everyone was taught the same, no one smarter than another.

     We are now all immune to anything in our usual surroundings. This is due to machinery which tweaked with our genetics. People rarely get sick. If you were to get sick, you were tortured until you felt better (which sickness only lasted a day or so).

     The whole community did not even have a single patch of yellow or brown grass. It was all kept green. Everything was kept clean. They even do weekly house exceptions. There is not not even oil stains on a road. Everyone traveled by bicycle.

     I hate it! I hate it all!

     I am Alice. I am one with these controlled monsters. No one really has a creative mind. If so they had a chip placed inside their heads. The chip sends out random, yet disturbing noises which is supposed to make you forget your thoughts. I am lucky, I am one of these people whom have this chip. Yet I still have not forgotten a single thought. Sadly I have not found someone like me. The day I do, we can overthrow this system! I still have that strong sense that this is impossible for me to do such a thing. The system will kill me...if they find out.

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⏰ Last updated: Nov 27, 2018 ⏰

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