FEAR OF ORDINARY

FEAR OF ORDINARY

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The balance of space and time is smooth, unblemished- or at least was- now, ripples and cracks appear on it; Every so often, just showing that there's something or someone tampering with time and space. The year 2058, technology has advanced to the point where the world is overrun by machines, humans don't stand a chance against Artificial Intelligence. Yet there's a small hope, PO. Paranormal Oddity: a disease one in 6 million people are infected with. Where your mind and body is enhanced and capable of things far beyond the imaginations of humans. Supernatural, paranormal, inhuman power, magic. It goes by many names. In the 1700s if you were a PO, you'd be caught, and executed in ways far worse than witches were. Nowadays, in the post-apocalyptic age; PO's are regarded as hope, a possibility against the robots. They're hunted down, studied, and used as a weapon by the government. You can't escape. Unless you can wink out of existence. Away from the government, away from the robots, away from humanity. Sounds impossible, right? But if oddities exist, why not that? A group of young escaped Paranormal Oddities tries to survive on their own, facing pain, anguish, desperation, acrimony, confusion, sorrow... all in one single bittersweet requiem. But every song has a replay button.
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I am dying. I know this because i can feel all my senses leaving me. I can see flashes, recollections, of my past. They preen at me through my lashes. But I am calm. There is a feeling of delirium thumping in my heart, spreading through my body. With the little strength that I can muster, I reach out to take hold of the nearest objects to me. It ties me to the earth, but when my eyes no longer see light, the bond that keeps me on this world will be severed, and no longer shall i be alive. What if you and a four other people where the only ones alive on earth? After the Apocalypse, everyone died. Except for five of us. My name is Thalia, when I was thirteen years old, the earth was broken by deadly storms, methane, tsunamis, earthquakes. I survived. For years I wandered the earth, raiding abandoned shops for food, seeking shelter. Now I am fifteen, I feel like I have found a home. I have found a band of survivors like me. These people survived the Apocalypse, and now, we want answers .

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