The Selection Games

The Selection Games

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The only choice is to obey. Year 3014, the population decreased drastically and there came the shortage supply of XX and XY. In respond, the government came up with a solution. The program called 'The Selection Games'. Blesslene Ascar XX was turning 18 in a few days. But on the day before her birthday, she fell into a deep sleep and woke up right at the moment of her wedding day. The girl might be fond of skipping classes but skipping time? Now, that's a story to tell.
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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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