A Perfect Dystopia
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It's the year 2725 and everything is going great for the world. There's no more war, no famine or disease, we've found an alternative energy source for...everything, and everyone is happy. Well, that's at least what the Officials think. Narri knows better. The world has advanced, technology has advanced, animals have advanced, and most of all people have advanced. It's very uncommon, rare even, to get the Gene, and most of the time people live their lives never knowing they have it. The Gene is power. The Gene is life altering. The Gene is terrifying to the Officials. If found at an early age, the Gene can be terminated and the person will go on living a normal, healthy life. If found in a later on age, the Gene can change your life forever. Whether for the good or bad, Narri wants to find out.
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