Coded.

Coded.

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Imagine a life where every disease is diagnosed. Your future is laid out for you. Who we date, who we marry, our children. They'd implant an identity into you. They implant morals and memories. These people represent the "Coded." The "Moralless" or "Uncoded" walk quietly among the coded. On occasion they are found. If the uncoded are found they are sent away, or killed on the spot. Well.... They aren't coded after all. What morals do they have? The moralless (if they get lucky enough,) walk among the coded. But most are killed and only some live in the rubble and ash of a long ago war. Our capital -Archangel- is the focal point of all life. Fitting in isn't my strong suit. With my father in prison and my mother always working, I could be a second mom. Although here's a secret..... I want to fit in, I actually yearn to; because if I don't... It'll cost me much more then my pride, or my dignity. It'll cost me my life.
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In the beginning, there was death. The darkness flows from hues of purple and orange, the moon rising to kiss the sun's rays one last time as the darkest cloud of night I've ever seen falls over our tiny haven. I catch Will's face from the side of my vision and my heart tightens slightly. The tick of his jaw wouldn't be noticeable for anyone but me. His best friend, his lifeline. A solemn tear forms in my eye as he wipes his face, another tear falling for the family he lost. I love him. Utterly and desperately so, but, there's nothing I can do about that. The ultimate forbidden fruit, if you will. I reach to comfort him and he doesn't respond. I open my mouth to speak and he looks my way, but the gleam in his dark brown eyes hits the moonlight just right and I fall. My voice escapes my throat and I can't do it. I've tried for years to tell him. 10 years, actually. All this time, I hopelessly remained devoted to a ghost who had given the best of himself to a fiery red-head with a sassy personality and the body of a supermodel. For 10 years, I held to the desperate thought that maybe, just maybe, he'd be someone I could count on. Instead, I watched him marry my best friend, smiled as they welcomed their son. Stood, holding that beautiful boy as his mother was in the first round of executions after the beginning of the Revelation. Helped heal Will's wounds in the aftermath. Cried, clutching the tear-stained shirt of my best friend as his son took his last staggering breath in that first harsh winter. The guilt of my emotions crawl through me. My heart twisting in regret, guilt, desperation, and grief. I loved my best friend. She was so much more than that; she was my family. In this dystopian quick read, join a group of people desperate to recapture their freedom and end a tyrant's reign.

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