The Better Humans

The Better Humans

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The world was separated into two when the world's two smartest scientist couldn't agree on whether humans behaved better if they knew how they would die versus when. The "How"s know from the day they were born how they were going to die, and the "When"s knew the exact year, month, time, day, minute... second... that their life will end. Each citizen in "How" is forced to get the tattoo in a certain area for their gender: inner thigh for the men, and under their breasts for the women.. Each citizen in "When" has a countdown on the inner wrist of their dominant hand. Which one is truly better? Knowing how you will die, or when? And does this truly make us the better humans? Note: Right now I am in the midst of editing chapters before I can continue the story. Sorry I have left it for so long, but I will be continuing my work very shortly.
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They had both been dealt enough tragedy in their short teenaged lives, more than anyone should ever have to endure. Will two self destructive teens coming together do more harm than good? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I don't know what came over me. The poor guy just asked if he could help and I went all 'crazy psycho bitch' on his ass. I couldn't breath. I needed water. I needed air. Fuck why was is it so hot in here. Was it the fact that the moment his hand left my skin I felt an unbearable need to feel his touch again or was it hearing him ask if I needed help that made me feel helpless and broken once again. I didn't know what it was but I felt like I was suffocating, like the jersey I was wearing was strangling every ounce of oxygen from body. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ * This story had been reviewed recently. There are now added scenes and further edits - 2024 *

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