“Those books you read. Common Sense, Atlas Shrugged, all of them?”
“Yeah?”
“I had their contents stored in my brain when I was born. Every word of every book has been in my memory since I can remember. That’s how I knew they even existed. And also the location where the Mother Country stashed them. When I was fourteen, I broke open the storage unit containing them, and stole every single last one of them. The Unite was furious, but never made the heist public knowledge, and they never found out who actually took them. That’s how the books and other forbidden items ended up in Fredrick’s hands. I gave them to him.”
“You’re his supplier!” I would have never guessed Charles was that gutsy. To start a black market. He always seemed quiet, shy, …show more content…
“This whole time I could have just gone to you for the books and kept my rationed items.” Every month Fredrick would take my personal rations of great quality coffee and tea. The only payment of salary, really, I received for my nursing services and a very high price for my books. “I would have preferred to have dealt with you instead. You’d give me a fair price, at least.” I ended with a shy smile. I didn’t intend to say it in a flirtatious way, and I don’t even think it came out flirty, but whenever we started having a friendly conversation, a little heat would build between us. This small flicker of electricity. I felt it and the way his blue eyes burst into metallic blue silver, he felt it …show more content…
That’s why we glow to each other. Our gene evolved almost to its own self-awareness. It’s only function is to survive and reproduce. To do that, it must have a matching sequence to breed with. Our children. Every single one of them. Will be like me.” My breath stopped. My daughter flashed in my mind. Her eyes shinning like his. She would be a twenty-four. Not just a snatched away baby from her mother’s arms but the Mother Country’s prized result. My eyes started watering at the thought of her being thrown into a system so brutal it changes people into cold, emotionless entities, dissolving any independent thought. Just the collective. About half of my age group still had some soul left in them, but the group above mine, the ones beginning the requirements to meet the baby quotas, they were empty. Beautiful on the outside but rottened up
“Yeah?”
“I had their contents stored in my brain when I was born. Every word of every book has been in my memory since I can remember. That’s how I knew they even existed. And also the location where the Mother Country stashed them. When I was fourteen, I broke open the storage unit containing them, and stole every single last one of them. The Unite was furious, but never made the heist public knowledge, and they never found out who actually took them. That’s how the books and other forbidden items ended up in Fredrick’s hands. I gave them to him.”
“You’re his supplier!” I would have never guessed Charles was that gutsy. To start a black market. He always seemed quiet, shy, …show more content…
“This whole time I could have just gone to you for the books and kept my rationed items.” Every month Fredrick would take my personal rations of great quality coffee and tea. The only payment of salary, really, I received for my nursing services and a very high price for my books. “I would have preferred to have dealt with you instead. You’d give me a fair price, at least.” I ended with a shy smile. I didn’t intend to say it in a flirtatious way, and I don’t even think it came out flirty, but whenever we started having a friendly conversation, a little heat would build between us. This small flicker of electricity. I felt it and the way his blue eyes burst into metallic blue silver, he felt it …show more content…
That’s why we glow to each other. Our gene evolved almost to its own self-awareness. It’s only function is to survive and reproduce. To do that, it must have a matching sequence to breed with. Our children. Every single one of them. Will be like me.” My breath stopped. My daughter flashed in my mind. Her eyes shinning like his. She would be a twenty-four. Not just a snatched away baby from her mother’s arms but the Mother Country’s prized result. My eyes started watering at the thought of her being thrown into a system so brutal it changes people into cold, emotionless entities, dissolving any independent thought. Just the collective. About half of my age group still had some soul left in them, but the group above mine, the ones beginning the requirements to meet the baby quotas, they were empty. Beautiful on the outside but rottened up