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7thC: Artificial World

7thC: Artificial World

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Sitting alone at a restaurant table, Sera reread the notes she had made in her notebook. She had been traveling alone for several days from Citadel to Citadel, obtaining information about the reward that would change her life and allow her to leave her past behind. The eyes of the villagers were on her at all times, they didn't have many visits in Ciudadela 5 because of the guerrillas; and her perfect white skin, her magnificent blonde hair and beautiful green eyes, highlighted her from the rest, generating total and complete distrust. Artificials are not welcome in the Citadels and she had all the most common characteristics to be one. After curfew, and sleeping in a dark alley, Sera listened as two individuals passed through the fence that borders the Citadel with the desert. Two Artificials stole food from a store, she couldn't avoid following them, getting into many problems. Sera is carried unconscious by those two Artificials and gets into an unknown world, in which she never thought she could feel so comfortable.
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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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