The Erasure of 742
In the city of Omonoia, there was no such thing as a secret. Every thought was monitored by the Neural Net, every emotion categorized and filed. To feel "divergent" was a crime; to experience "melancholy" was a malfunction. The descent was a systematic subtraction. Subject 742 had been a loyal citizen, a perfect cog in the machine. But then, he had a dream. It was a dream of a red flower...
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