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The Blur

The Blur

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Non-Fiction
Andy Kel never had a childhood, or at least remember having one. Their only memories that they had during the process of the Awakening come in bursts and everything after that is saved in a database. "The database?" You may ask. More commonly known as The Kinsey Institute. A mass robot-human brainwashing company that took over the world and stripped everything from everyone. By working on some new technology, they can produce super humans. To do so, they take children from their families at the age of 4 and work on reprograming them to make them stronger, but also susceptible to their demands. Will Andy become like the rest? Or will they join the league that has risen to finally take down Kinsey Institute once and for all?
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In the quiet desert village of Dey, living among the sand dunes and mirages, existed an anomaly - me. I was different, born without the ability to read, write or keep long memories. My scientist father hailed my uniqueness as a miracle, but my life was far from ordinary. To the village, I was just an oddity, a walking puzzle with missing pieces. My only solace was my best friend, always standing by me, his unspoken love for me etched in his affectionate gaze. We lived under a cruel regime with a population no more than a hundred. Every year, one of us would be chosen on the Counting Day, a ceremonious banishing ritual, to become yet another outcast to the floating prison island far off in the ocean - our village's dreaded version of population control. Our past criminals, defiant to government, and more terrifyingly, our loved ones gone missing, were thought to inhabit that island, their fate, a terrifying enigma. This year, as the Counting Day approached unrelentingly, and my loved one's life rested on borrowed time, I made a decision. I volunteered to be casted out. It was my turn to face the unknown with a hidden purpose - to locate my lost father who was sent there years ago.

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