The Unit
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The World is dying...
The planet is being consumed by the people it was made for.
When the resources finally run out, will Governments be able to maintain control?
When the population is fighting for survival, will the police hold authority?
When it's every man for himself, will the law be upheld?
It wasn't... by the year 2027 democracy was just a three-syllable word that held no more power than freedom. The World was run by those who were willing to get their hands dirty, the people who did everything and anything to survive.
The globe was shrouded in the shadow of man and all his greed, the greens and blues so prevalent tarnished by a host more interested in profit than protecting or prolonging the planet.
When desperation takes over, what will be left of our humanity?
Nothing...
The race would've extinguished itself, killed itself off for the last scraps of a world they stomped out.
A human-sized footprint, the only reminder of our toxic presence.
We would've been nothing more than a memory if not for the Unit. The Unit saved us. The Unit saved the World.
But, was that its true purpose?
And, is it really evil or simply a fail-safe to stop us from making the simplest human mistake...
Repeating them?
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