District

District

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, Nov 15, 2019
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Fiction
Science Fiction
What if humanity could start again? Would they take the forbidden fruit on the tree, just out of reach, every time? Or would the plague of the past always haunt us? ******** The world has long ended. Earth had been taken by war and refuge, climate change, and greed. The doomsday clock had stopped. Some of the lucky ones escape to Mars, a barely terraformed planet that they turn into their home. Thousands of years after the dreaded Warming, two people receive a signal that will change their lives forever. As they continue to learn more about what it truly meant to be human, they feel more and more isolated from the rest of Mars. One harbours a deadly secret. The other? They might be able to fix everything. All they have to do is find the apple, hanging just out of their reach.
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I had been living in this dystopian universe my whole life. We lived simple, meaningless lives. I wasn't sad, merely dissatisfied. No one here was ever sad. The Center, which was our government, forced us to take a pill every morning to make sure we were always happy and healthy. For most of our lives we lived at home with our odd families that the government stuck us into as babies. Usually five children were put into each household. We grew up together in a single house, raised and taught by a robot even though none of us were related. We lived at home with limitless entertainment in the form of advanced technologies. We had one day of the week for shopping, one day for going out and one day for labor. On labor days we were assigned a job and had to complete it in order to gain money for the week. Everyone got the same amount no matter the job. If you didn't show up for these jobs there were grave consequences. The Center often used torture as a method of punishment, or so we were told. No one close to me had ever actually been punished by The Center though. It was incredibly rare. Most of us lived our lives as good little pawns doing nothing more than eating, sleeping and entertaining ourselves. But one day, my regular boring life changed...

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