The Dawdlers

The Dawdlers

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In a laissez-faire government born to achieve true freedom, Blythe finds a prison. To escape her own mind, she exposes herself to the amnesia-like effects of the scientifically engineered trees. Afraid of the world around her, she claims insanity, and watches as everyone in her world stays clear. But, although Blythe tries to forget her past, the more she remembers, and the corners of illusion and reality begin to blur. Three years into the future, Josie cannot remember her past. All she knows is her name and scraps of her life from a previous acquaintance. Lost in a world where might reigns over old morals, Josie is desperate for some sort of order. Only remembering who she is in gaps and pieces, Josie realizes all of humanity has also fogotten what it means to be human.
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