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I've heard things. Things of the world, but not the one we live in now. The world many years ago, where every country, state, city, inch all covered in life whether it be plants, water, animals, humans. My father tells me stories, when a long time ago the humans started with nothing but what god provided. From there slowly building up economies, customs, cultures, our way of living. With every thing they built eventually it had the opposite effect, just as humans built up our world they also destroyed it, killing of all things living, the few remaining people maneged, they all gathered in the only area left standing. A city, a city that used to be know as Chicago. Although now its called Eon a small society centered in what used to be the windy city. We're all that will ever be. Each member of our community has a chip placed inside of them that acts as an ID its inserted on the under part of your wrist, on the outer skin on top of where your chip is placed you have a tag, its a sequence of numbers each member of our society has a different set of numbers, it identifies the person. your tag is permanently placed on your skin, in tattoo form. A tattoo is an ancient form of body art using a needle and ink so it is permeant. We have limited supplies causing various rules but only two very important. One, under no circumstance are you allowed to have a child, are leaders say there is simply not enough resources and if we want to survive we can not afford any more people. The second rule is your not aloud emotions, they say there dangerous to our existence. A burden. Anyone who does either of these things or is some how involved is rumored to be sentenced to death but what we know for sure is severe punishment. Suppress.oz2 thats how we don't have emotions, when getting your chip and tag you also are injected with a dose of Suppress.oz2, for those of us who are lucky the medicine works full and completely for others either the medicine doesn't work or can be easily over powered by someone causing emotions to overcome ones senses or by a very traumatic, upsetting, or joyous experience. These people, people with emotions. They call them the 'subconscious' there all either dead or in hiding wether that means literally or by pretending, pretending to not feel. Though for me it's a little more complicated. My name is Gray and for 20 years I've lived in my fathers basement, not only am i a child but just like my father I'm a subconscious. My mother and father broke each other out of the Suppress.oz2 and fell in what my father says is 'love' an intense feeling of deep affection, as it progressed my mom got an unplanned pregnancy with me. My father, like he does with me hid my mother until I was born, sadly the "peace keepers" caught my mother and she didn't make it. My father did and he's kept us both safe ever since. He hid me and kept me safe which also kept him safe. In order for the peace keepers to find my father they would need to find me first to test my DNA. I would be lying if i said it wasn't hard i can't even leave the basment. A dose of Suppress.oz2 could fix my subconscious but then they would see I'm a child cause I'm not tagged that would result in my death. leaving has never been an option for me, cause if i'm seen by anyone they would question my age and then soon realize i am not tagged, resulting in me being turned in resulting in my death and my fathers. This situation is unique, this situation i have only few others are rumored to share. They call us the Children of the Eon.

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