Populous
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WpMetadataNoticeUltima pubblicazione mar, gen 15, 2013
Populous i.e : Over population or packed with inhabitants. Thats Earth, well at least my earth from how i see it; there is no space. Towns, cities, and countries are packed with citizens form left to right, there is no such thing as a "desert" or "ghost town" anymore. Us humans over populated every scrape of this planet; where breathing too loud can be an intrusion of personal space. The Governments and leaders from around the world had a meeting in the World Trade House; realizing the only way to keep the population tactible would to set a law around the word. Every human over the age of 20, can have no more than one child or none at all. If a parent had more than one child before the rule was passed; the consequence is stable. Therefore, having more than one child may be punishable by deportation to the nearest orphanage, tax, or death. The Government has the right to insue investigation on any families at any time in order to reduce the earths constant population. I am one of those Orphans. Hidden, shamed, and lost; in a world where 7 trillion inhabitants strive for food, water and safety. Survival of the fittest I guess.
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{COMPLETED} "now that you've had your fun electrocuting me, would you care to hop in the backseat?" ---------------------------------------------------------- Freak DNA. That's what I like to call it. The fault to my genetic code. More often than not, it's a curse. The static running through my blood gave me a name. A cruel, daunting label of a measly bug. A roach. That's what I am to them, to the government. Roach; the nameless monster with electricity for a sense and lightening as a second nature. It ruined my life, the sparking currents playing tag in my mind, running around and bumping into everything, shaking me loose. The government, actually. They ruined my life. My curse just gave them a reason. You see, the normal population with ordinary DNA, they don't know about the people like me. The roaches of the world. We don't get that kind of recognition at the camps. There, we are only one thing in the military's eyes. We are weapons and we will act like it. Everyone else out there, bathing in the goodness they don't know they've got, they don't know about the roaches their stepping on. As long as their getting closer to the sky, they don't care what they stand on to reach it. They don't know about the sparkling dreamer that's killed 7 people before her 17th birthday. They don't about the ghost of a girl peaking around corners for her entire life because even home wasn't safe. They don't know about the fighter of steel and iron sucking on his bloody lip courtesy of the wars he battles in as nothing but a shadow. They don't know about the masked villain who would do anything to see the army they lead claim the throne They don't know about us. But they will, because we will rise. And when we arrive, we will arrive violently. ___________________________________________ Started: 10.06.15 Finished: 3.17.16

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