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The Egg, The Chicken, The Human

This was a completely twisted thought I had one day when I was with my friends and I was so sleep deprived I was spouting out nonsense like this. 😂😂😂😂

In an AU What would happen if sleep was an illness?

I started to gain consciousness as the doors opened with a hiss and the familiar beeping continued. Reassuring myself and checking the charge is indeed at 100%, I unplugged the wires and stepped out from the incubator.

I stared out at the rows of yellow incubators as I made my way out of the steel room. I watched as others robotically exited their incubators the same as I, and make their way to the tunnels.

I remember the world before this maddness. Before the white blazers and the dictators that took control of people's freedom.

The Farmers.

That's what they are called by children on playgrounds and people hiding in the shadows. No one dares to move out of line. Not unless they want to be harvested.

The eggs were designed for efficiency: "a better way of living, a better future" they said. We thought we did what was best we didn't realise following orders would lead to destruction.

"A sickness that will hinder the human race from greatness." They brain washed us. "Precious time wasted from devotion to knowledge." Forced us to act like clones who only know of advancing science, technology, intelligence. Gone are the days of expression and creativity for only logic will be given the chance to survive.

The Harvest. The worst fate an individual could face. The reason our incubators are shaped like eggs is to remind us of the fate we will face if we stray from the desired path. If you choose to be defiant you will be made into an example of what will happen. I witnessed this last week, the horrific screams that continue to torture me are my incentive to stick to the path. Although I battle with myself to do what's right against what will keep me alive.

The Harvest is a mutation of man and chicken becoming one. Half man-half chicken is what you are turned into, destined to roam with no chance of reversing the procedure. The painful screams fuel The Farmers power and makes them more controlling.

The most horrific part is that you keep all your memories of your life but have no knowlegde of the procedure. However even in this society no one is kind enough to let you know of your harvest. You are shunned by society until you come to the realisation on your own.

This must end now.

I cannot continue living in a society cowering in fear. There are stories that go around. Stories of small societies that continue to sleep. Kept hidden in the shadows they remain untouched away from the incubators and The Farmers. I need their help to bring back sleep - the natural way of recharging instead of having incubators to plug your brain into.

I must save what is left of the human race from complete destruction.

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If you haven't already figured it out I'm a bit of a weirdo I have absolutely no idea where any of this comes from. 😂😂😂😂😂

Hopefully no one ever tries to achieve world domination and harm us Hoomans 😂😂💗💗