The Phylum

The Phylum

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In the Year 2065, humanity has evolved and split into three very different categories: TKs, Egos, and humans. TKs are humanity's waste, miscreants who use their telekinesis for crime and sin. Egos are admired and considered concrete angels, protectors of decency, virtue, and good. After years of trying to correct the TK problem the 'moral way', people have had enough. There had been no dry spell in crime while people were struggling to find an ethical solution. Finally, society calls for well-deserved punishment to be brought upon the TKs, no matter the cause, because there was never a good TK. If only things were that simple.
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