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Rated: 13+ · Chapter · Sci-fi · #2048762
My new story's Prologue. I am aware of spelling and grammatical errors. Please Enjoy!
Prologue



Frurieria has become a constant cover of clouds. No longer are the days of sunshine and summer, but rather cold, unforgiving winterâs constant rain and harsh whipping winds. Occasionally the rain will stop. Just enough to build some fires. It is never pleasant like they mention on T.V. about other parts of the world. Our battered, beaten down T.V in the middle of Town has a huge chunk missing from the upper right hand corner. Itâs amazing the thing is still working. Itâs in the exact middle. Its circumference is bigger than the main part of Town itself. Itâs surprising how much money they spent on this huge piece of shit that now lies on the brink of explosion from all of the gasses, and toxic waste; not to mention the constant rain.
I haven't been to any other parts of the world. So I wouldn't know how its state lies. Is it a lie? Are there really other places filled with the summer sun that they say once graced our small, undernourished part of the world?
Oh, I guess now would be a good time to mention the year and state the world is hanging onto like a thread. It's 3028 and the world, well my world, is empty and toxic in most places. Itâs a charred wasteland filled with deadly smoke that creeps up into your nose and chokes you unconscious. Not many newborns made it past year 3000. Some did though and either blessed or cursed they were. There were only a handful blessed⦠Most were deemed cursed as they seem to turn out different when they grow older. They seem to have some sort of disconnect with themselves and especially their bodies and even their minds. Scientists and teachers and researchers alike have named this a syndrome. They named it The Disct. For short. Its full name is referred to as The Disconnect. I was one of those few babies that were born and lived. I had the opposite effect of the Disct. Instead I've been blessed with Cone. It's supposed to be connectivity for short, but it's more than that. It's something that needs researching. It wasnât discovered until year 3020. I have avoided detection somehow, because I was born at the very beginning of the year 3000 epidemic but since discovered in 3020 they're starting to hunt people like me down so they can understand it. They now know that some people have gone unfound. The leaders who run this world have the fear to find it⦠and the forces to control it. They feel the need study it for Science, and surety for themselves. Get a better night's sleep to just know. Right now there are at least 10 little girls and boys strapped down to tables being tormented and abused. Theyâre fighting for their lives. The world that is trying to unearth Cone syndrome, is just killing what little we have left. It is rumored that there is one safe place for these new and undiscovered aliens, they are among a group who call themselves⦠The Corrupt. But our world that is so broken up, with the wilting, dying sun that everyday promises nothing but uncertainty and a deep depth of worry. The planet we live on is dying. We must enjoy what we have now before it all endsâ¦
Whispers fill the ears of all of us. In our dreams, our waking fighting hours. We hold on to them tight and almost let them strangle us. The whispers have been made by The Corrupt. They speak of a way out⦠and itâs not on this planet.


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