The Grey. *-(A SciFi Thriller)-*

The Grey. *-(A SciFi Thriller)-*

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Science Fiction
Ami wanders an unfamiliar world. Glimmers of her past come to her in flashes as she tries to understand and cope with the monster that is her own body. After spending years underground in a cryogenic bubble, Ami returns to the surface - now lost in a grimy, dystopian cityscape. Every day the same - surviving during the day, and locking her self away at night. She lives in fear of the monster that takes over her body every time she goes to sleep. She surrenders to the monotony, until one day she sees a girl dancing in the middle of the street. A girl with her face. R4R
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In the quiet desert village of Dey, living among the sand dunes and mirages, existed an anomaly - me. I was different, born without the ability to read, write or keep long memories. My scientist father hailed my uniqueness as a miracle, but my life was far from ordinary. To the village, I was just an oddity, a walking puzzle with missing pieces. My only solace was my best friend, always standing by me, his unspoken love for me etched in his affectionate gaze. We lived under a cruel regime with a population no more than a hundred. Every year, one of us would be chosen on the Counting Day, a ceremonious banishing ritual, to become yet another outcast to the floating prison island far off in the ocean - our village's dreaded version of population control. Our past criminals, defiant to government, and more terrifyingly, our loved ones gone missing, were thought to inhabit that island, their fate, a terrifying enigma. This year, as the Counting Day approached unrelentingly, and my loved one's life rested on borrowed time, I made a decision. I volunteered to be casted out. It was my turn to face the unknown with a hidden purpose - to locate my lost father who was sent there years ago.

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