The First Glitch

The First Glitch

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Nov 20, 2021
Most people like to think we're in control of our own minds. I too thought that up until a few days ago, I was horrified after hearing the secret that my country tried so hard to keep hidden. I know it's a dangerous journey to leave here, but now that they know about me I have no choice but to leave. ~ To most on the outside Vinacula is a paradise rich in essential goods, oil, diamonds, gold and most importantly the latest technology. What they don't see is the reality of living behind the thin veil of an almost perfectly crafted facade. they don't see the citizens working day and night with no rest to export their goods. And the worst part is they don't even know they're slaves to the government. the government made sure they would not try to even rebel against the country. That is until one fateful day that the ruse came crumbling down with the first ever "glitch" in their system. A young girl named Maysie Stallard must now embark on a dangerous but thrilling adventure to find others to help her in her journey to "the free world".
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