Defectives. I am flawed

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Shall I start this story with the description of my family or surroundings?

I have no idea.

I've never read a book. Not a single.

Paper books have vanished. I knew about their existence from my Grandpa. Unfortunately, he was short of time to share with me his knowledge. He was marked "Flawed" and sent to Defectives.

I haven't seen him ever since.

Mark, my senior brother, never believed what Granddad said. Or preferred not to - otherwise his ideal image of our world would be flawed.

I wonder, is he still of the same opinion? Even now, when our dad was taken away by the Exposers last night. Our Dad is flawed.

What was his crime?

He wrote a poem.

Well, poems are not forbidden. Our State is keen on poets. But they shall write about Tsar, his Ministers, the greatness of our country and the misery of the rest.

And my dad wrote a poem about his love to my my - a gift for their 25-years anniversary. This is also out of the ordinary. Nowadays, you can hardly find someone lived together for quarter a year, not a century.

In the past, people used to celebrate such an events: guests were invited, presents were given. Now we don't celebrate anything except the Day Of State and the Day of the Beginning of the New Age.

If you feel no joy in these days - you are flawed.

I am flawed.

Don't know what was the State like in the past and who guard the laws. In our world after the Tsar and his Ministers, the most powerful persons are Judgers. One step below are Exposers. You can see them everywhere. They wear a dark blue uniform with right sleeve red. Chasers. Cruel, merciless, unscrupulous. The Tsar powered them to do everything they consider acceptable.

Having found the flaw, they can come to your place, can use the weapon against a child, can dishonour your sister - and you will never prove that they are bastards using their power inhumanly.

The Exposers wear an oculus - device letting them read our info. Since the New Age began we're implanted chip - replacing passports, bank cards and even discount coupons.

It is made for our comfort . Official version.

There's no need in Portmonee full of papers anymore. I know what is Portmonee - my grandy has one.

He showed me what we're the docs look like - those few which he was lucky to hide.

Exposers don't look with a favor at those who are interested in history. If you dig up the past - you're flawed.

Defectives are takin away from their families and sent to the work camp. It is humane. Official version. So that they can be useful for our society despite their flaws.

Why doesn't it come to my mind before that it is just a way no to pay for their labor?

There are no poverty in our State. We live in a lush. We have anything we want to. Any cars, luxury houses, ultramodern gadgets, tons of high-end stuff and trinkets.

We swap our freedom for useless things.

We want for nothing at the expanse of Defectives who work since the early morning till the late night on the farms, fabrics, mills, mines...

All of us lead a perfect life - except them.

But Defectives has something, that we are lack of. Their souls are free.

It's half past seven. If I will not hurry up I am late to school. It's strange, but the life hasn't stopped with the dad's arrest.

Mum makes the breakfast downstairs as usual. My clothes are ironed and waiting for me on a hanger as usual. Tim picks me up as usual, smiling with his big bright white careless smile.

But everything's changed for me.

Scales fall from my eyes.

Our perfect world isn't perfect at all.

It is FLAWED.

And something should be done about it...

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P.S. English is not my native language, so if you see any mistake - don't hesitate to point. 

And please tell me - does my text sound natural?

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