Incorruptible
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- 'After world war 3 the world as we know it started to fall apart. People rioted. Humans attack humans. We were spread out. When one brave man saved us. He united our kind. He made it were no "Teens" were disrespectful and no one was homeless. We have our 5 main Jobs. We have 'Lettered' the people who educate other and are the nerds. We have the 'Intrepid' who protect us from what lies outside our tillage. We have the 'Soubrette', those who entertain everybody. Also we have the 'Tenders' those who tend to the crops and feed our families. The last on is our own Patronage, they run everything and they make new rules, they break us.
We say "One choice to choose your destiny because being free tore this world apart."
We say "16 you train, 17 you choose, 18 you work, 19 you're corrupted" '-
This speech was the one speech that change the way we see our world.
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"The way I see it, things don't just happen for no reason. Everything that happened, happens, and will happen all have a reason for happening. I think are fates are already written, but how they are played out is up to us as people. I think that our destinies are inserted into our lives the moment we're born. We just have to figure out what that destiny is. We are all meant for something bigger than us." Glen looks back at me. "I don't think like that. I refuse to believe that my life was ruined for some greater purpose. If that is so, I say screw it! I don't want any part of whatever destiny this world has lined up for me." He isn't angry. He means what he says. He refuses to believe as much as I believe otherwise. "I guess we'll see in the end, won't we?" He nods. "We'll see." In a world where there are chipped soldiers that kill and torture at the will of one evil dictator, what hope is to be found? Is there a reason why Glen Yarder's life was ruined when he was merely twelve years old? Is it fate that he did the things he did? Is it fate that brought him together with certain important people? Could this chipped broken man actually make a difference? He doesn't think so. Cover Credit goes to @StarlightNight13Complete
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"The way I see it, things don't just happen for no reason. Everything that happened, happens, and will happen all have a reason for happening. I think are fates are already written, but how they are played out is up to us as people. I think that our destinies are inserted into our lives the moment we're born. We just have to figure out what that destiny is. We are all meant for something bigger than us." Glen looks back at me. "I don't think like that. I refuse to believe that my life was ruined for some greater purpose. If that is so, I say screw it! I don't want any part of whatever destiny this world has lined up for me." He isn't angry. He means what he says. He refuses to believe as much as I believe otherwise. "I guess we'll see in the end, won't we?" He nods. "We'll see." In a world where there are chipped soldiers that kill and torture at the will of one evil dictator, what hope is to be found? Is there a reason why Glen Yarder's life was ruined when he was merely twelve years old? Is it fate that he did the things he did? Is it fate that brought him together with certain important people? Could this chipped broken man actually make a difference? He doesn't think so. Cover Credit goes to @StarlightNight13
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