Sabotage
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This is a short story I wrote for my final paper in my philosophy of evil class! We had to create our own society and illustrate how evil is conceptualized within it. I based my society on the biological mechanisms of Celiac disease, which I have. Basically, gluten triggers an immune response when consumed. The immune system perceives gluten as a threat and attacks it and the wall of the small intestine. This damages the wall and the digestive system's ability to properly absorb nutrients, which can have lasting effects on the body. In addition, the damaged wall leaves an opening that allows more gluten to enter and sustain this positive feedback loop. There's a lot of fancy science jargon to explain all that, but essentially that response cycle is what I used as the basis for my society. Enjoy!
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