Dystopia
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- Parts 17
"I could have killed her right then and there, but I thought I'd let you decide..."
Skylar Evans. Age: Sixteen, and counting. Insubordinence Level: Undecided. Or at least, that's what my file states. For our benefit they have hidden this information from us all. Heck, I didn't even know what Insubordinence was, until they brought me to Shelter Seven. Fasces is all I've seen of the world, and I'm not eager to see any more. In an attempt to correct human nature, Fasces was formed with strict laws called the Variables. They influence every aspect of our lives. Our world is only held together by the Variables. So what happens if they fall?
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"Fear itself. It is one vicious cycle, one that I have been in my whole life."
For years I have been in fear, despair, agony. I can no longer keep these facts secret. I am done with this world. And this world is done with me. To most, I am nobody special, just Tyler. To one, I am the world. A world of defiance that threatens to shatter the perfect glass she has forged with the heat of hatred. I have never before known the power of truths and lies. I have never before known the pain of losing everything due to some empty words. That is, until I was forced into all this by one small step. One small step, towards one gap of truths, that I could only lie about.
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Dystopia takes place in a very futuristic North America, where a country has been constructed from the ground up, to restore peace to the world. "An attempt to correct human nature" they say. Fasces was a world of ideals. But ideals only last so long...