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Utopia
Looking in from the outside, the world seems like a perfect place. No one gets sick, no one's heart is broken, and everyone is beautiful. That's how beautiful the world is. To outsiders, anyway.
No one gets sick because they are disposed of. Just one cough, a sniffle, and they are gone. Just like that. Disease doesn't spread, but is that really for the better?
Love is forbidden. Family does not exist. How are hearts broken if they are never complete in the first place?
Everyone is gorgeous. But they don't have a soul. Clones of the most beautiful people in the world, how can they think for themselves?
Outside opinions are usually incorrect. But never before have they been so far off.
Life is easy. Everyone under one government and one lifestyle. That's all there is to it. Is this the definition of "perfection"? It may as well be. Just another attempt at building a perfect world.
A utopia.
No one gets sick because they are disposed of. Just one cough, a sniffle, and they are gone. Just like that. Disease doesn't spread, but is that really for the better?
Love is forbidden. Family does not exist. How are hearts broken if they are never complete in the first place?
Everyone is gorgeous. But they don't have a soul. Clones of the most beautiful people in the world, how can they think for themselves?
Outside opinions are usually incorrect. But never before have they been so far off.
Life is easy. Everyone under one government and one lifestyle. That's all there is to it. Is this the definition of "perfection"? It may as well be. Just another attempt at building a perfect world.
A utopia.