Those who got away
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  • Reads 96
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  • Parts 2
  • Time 28m
Ongoing, First published Jan 01, 2020
In this century, 2120, the world struggles with overpopulation. The government tried to fix the situation numerous of times with no luck. They discovered another solution.

Whenever a new born baby is born, they get a chip installed in their hand. At the age of eighteen, this chip will light up a color that decides your destiny. Green means you get to live, blue means someone gave you their life and red means you die. Twins get yellow, which means they have to chose which one gets to live and which one must die.

Some people supported the idea, while others didn't. Those who survived were so tired of losing people they love for this that they began to meet up in groups and slowly build armies to stand against the government. 

They wanted a stop for this. 


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Please be aware that I will be posting this story as I write it, so this will be a first draft. 

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