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[Originally written in 2017 for an assignment; expanded and reworked overtime, though eventually I decided this was as far as I was going to go with it. Hope you like it!]
As is customary when one reaches twelve years of age, the Order has manufactured your very own Face. As all Faces are created uniquely for the individual, operating based on DNA given to the Order by your kind doctors and physicians, it is required that you wear your Face as often as you can (excluding meals and sleep) to ensure maximum results.
Such results, as you may know, include the following:
-increased intellect
-increase in motor skills/capabilities
-drop in anxiety, depression, mood swings...etc. etc.
-regulated impulse control to ensure the safety of yourself and those around you
-regulated mood to ensure the safety of yourself and those around you
* Note that Face technology, while it does improve mental and emotional stability, will not and cannot help or fix physical disabilities, nor can it fix serious mental disabilities. See your local doctor to receive treatment for such ailments, as your Face is incapable of doing so.
Your Face, as you may have heard, will be your new identity from this day forward. You cannot go anywhere without it. Damage or loss of your Face or anyone else's Face will lead to severe consequences.
Neglect to wear it, or refusal to wear it, will result in punishment.
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