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Imperfect Perfections

Imperfect Perfections

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Science Fiction
Can you imagine? Imagine a world where the sun shines its warm, golden rays across the oceans, plains and towers of the world. A world where the moon can cast its cool, silvery glow without darkness invading its path. A world where not one blade of fresh, green grass is out of place. A world where happiness is taken for granted. A world where everyone has a home, food and clothing. A world which is united in every single way. I can imagine. This is the world I live in. This is the world I do not belong. I know there are others like me out there, and I'm going to find them. When I do, this world will no longer be headed to its death. Because if you have heard what happens to all things perfect, you will know that it is not good. These imperfect perfections will lead this world to its doom.
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We knew something wasn't right from the moment we awoke. It was like something was missing - a part of our very souls - and we couldn't sense the deficiency, no matter how hard we tried. A hundred million eyes adjusted to the dark all at once, all surprised to be awakened so soon. We ran through our checklists of limbs and senses, drawing ourselves out of our dreams piece by piece. Some went back to sleep, unaware, unbothered, too tired to notice the difference. Some lay in bed, too anxious to stand until the light of dawn crept through their windows at last, and they were sure the monsters in their closets had gone back to sleep. Some leapt from their slumbers, more keenly aware than others that the missing pieces were important. But we didn't know. We couldn't have. Not until we found ourselves standing in the light and discovered: We no longer had shadows.

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