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Beyond The Boundaries
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Continúa, Has publicado jun 18, 2016
"This is how we live. Through murder and suicide." 

Year 2117. Rules, we were bound by them. We were forced into a life of false happiness, even though all that was around us were lies. Yet many of us lived, unaware of those lies. Those who came to realize that the life they were living was a lie... well they accepted it. And those who didn't accept it, those who went against the Order of Justice... well they disappeared. But there was always those people that refuse to go without a fight.

I wanted the truth. I wanted change. So I reached out, beyond the boundaries for my answer.


dys·to·pi·a.
    NOUN
    1. An imagined place or state in which everything is unpleasant or bad, typically a totalitarian or environmentally degraded one.
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I am not from this planet. Hell, I am technically not from this galaxy. However, that doesn't change the fact I am here now, and my job is to save what I can on this forsaken planet and what's left of its inhabitants. The problem is that not everyone wants to be saved. I know what you're thinking. You can't save those who don't want to be saved. I bloody well agree. The ones who sent me don't care what you or I think, though. All they care about is numbers. They need a certain success rate to continue to get funding for their "expeditions" and "peacekeeping" efforts. I use both terms loosely here. However, that's what they put on their records, and it's what sounds good and looks suitable to their investors. So this is the way it's going to be. So be it! Oh, did I forget to mention the Universe decided I was the lucky girl to help find the one person who could save us all from self-destruction? Yea, that is a shitty idea, but once again, no one cares what I think.