UNAVERAGE SOULS

"By all means, stay and dream about a world without oppression. We both know that your ability to dream soundly was terminated long ago," he scoffed, his voice bitter. She was still getting used to hearing its solemn lilt, as if he weighed each word before speaking, only to toss them into a pile of neglected phrases at his feet.

"Well, I don't work for the dreamers. I work for a predestined reality that simply needs the right measurement of potential and a proper jump-start. You see, unlike you, I don't follow orders in order to avoid pain. I fight for things you could only dream about," she replied, her eyes sardonic. The man stepped forward with all the speed of a panther that's lost its temper, but remains silent nonetheless.

"This place... you're never leaving it. Nobody from your past will ever find you. The Institution is planning to wipe your mind and when they do, you will have forgotten this entire conversation." Was that a trace of fear in his voice?

Leaning forward ever so slightly, she said, "The world that we live in is full of hidden places where people are forced to fight. The mind is simply one of them."

ORIGINAL STORY (regular updates)

Evan remembered the days when living consisted of breathing the same air as hilltop dreamers and soulful thoughts that warmed the edges of ambition. Years later, she is trainee with a radical association and is on a demo assignment when she is taken prisoner by ADMIN- the Average Deficit Management and Institutional Network. Ambition is dead, survival is essential. Not only a physical sort of survival, but a survival of the mind. At the heart of a decomposing land, she struggles to discover the reason she is being held captive by tyrants who seek to indoctrinate the masses, a method of potential escape- and the identity of a silent sentinel with pale, green eyes who stands watch over her cell at night.