My name is number 537. I used to have a real name, the 200's used to call me Michael Johnothan ,but that was before the Procedure. The 200's are my parents, numbers 246 and 252. Everyone has numbers, everyone in the Dome at least. The Dome was built 164 years ago to protect us. They told us we were destroying our world, killing ourselves. So they built the Dome for us all to share and pass down to our children. After the Dome was built, there was hate and murder and crime because people were different. The Council made the Procedure to stop it. The Procedure makes everyone alike. It changes the iris to the same mixture of hazel, removes blemishes such as freckles or moles, standardizes height, perfects noses, pigments skin to the same shade of white, corrects flexibility and lips, removes fat and straightens teeth. We are all alike. We are all perfect. Until me.
My procedure went wrong. I have the brown hair and all the rest, but my eyes are colorful. My eyes are pools if water, as color drops in. My eyes are the flowers on the other side of the Dome. My eyes are hope and joy and freedom. My eyes can love and smile, cry and hate. My eyes can hurt. The others have cold, hard, blank eyes and a straight, emotionless mouth. I never know what happened with my procedure, but it can't be undone. Most of the other 500's don't mind, but I can't be sure. They are like cold, lifeless drones. All I can know for sure is this: The Dome is perfect. The world is imperfect. I am Different.
*I don't know if I should keep going with this, so please comment and let me know! Thanks! :)
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I Am Different
AdventureThis is about a young boy in a dystopian society who wants to make his world different like him.
