SunnyMill 2045, March 15th
Another day, another anonymous life as the average teenager in SunnyMill. No face, no name, and a blank canvas is all I have to offer. People have been speaking of the old world. The one everyone regrets. A world where what we look like and what we're called defines everything about us. Why must the mind set of our old generation be so- so -concrete? Yeah, that's the word, concrete. "Something that has little depth and creativity." The words I use to describe concrete come tumbling out of my mouth as if it's an avalanche, unable to be stoped till the sentence is completely finished. I can sense the whole class looking at me in wonder as to why I blurted out that definition randomly. You see, way back when the world was worse, as I would put it, everyone had a name. My grandmothers name was Natalie and my grandfathers was Antonio. Technology got so advanced, however, that all you had to do was search a first and last name and you could figure out every singe inch of that persons life from the moment they are born till the day they pass away. Now it's nearly impossible to find out even the age of simple person. All humans go by she if it's a girl younger than 19, ma'am if it's a girl 19 and older, him if it's a boy younger than 19, and sir of it's a boy 19 and older. No one has a name. At the doctors office we all have numbers we go by. My mother is number 65472, I'm number 1274, father is 46901, and my brother is 8291. Every teacher is just called teacher, as well. That's not the only thing that has changed over the years though. In my grandmothers generation everyone had makeup to make themselves look as society wanted them to. Some people even did this thing called plastic surgery, that's when you literally change your facial features in a series of surgeries. Plastic surgery and make up are banned now, which I believe to be a good thing. But now no one knows what you look like; No one has a face. To put it simply, somewhere along the lines scientists found a way to change the genetic make up of every human. No one really knows how or why they did it, there are some theories though. All people know is that either they gave us blurry eyes or a blurry face.
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Blurry Face
Short StoryIn a world where no one has a name or face, how do you know who someone is? How do you know who you are? ••• *Although the name of the story seems like it has something to do with Twenty Øne Piløts, it does not have anything to do with the band, or...