Forever In Mind
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Last published Sat, May 2, 2026
Have you ever felt out of control?
After the second Gen of Humans has been destroyed in the Burnings and the third learned From their war and bloodbath, the fourth generation is finally the perfect world. Gone is the climate change that led to the first demise, and gone is the barbaric inability to control emotions. Now, to keep emotions in check, when emotions for people change the 4rth Gen physically enters their mind to experience that emotion. When this happens, all time stops, and nobody can notice and help you out of your mindscape.
The fourth Gen, though they dont know it, also have the inability to kill.
In a New World containing 7 Vills each assigned a Leader and 6 other counselors, all ruled by The Complex, everyone seems to act how they should. There is no climate change, there is no mass pollution or violence, the world has been. . .set back. . . as if the Industrial Revolution and all our modern day aspects of life have just. . .vanished.
There is only one flaw to this everlasting utopia.
And they are the MIs.
We are here. We are breathing. And we are waiting for the moment to escape.
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