Chapter 3 Of Brave New World นิยาย & เรื่องราว

' 'Like hell I would! ------------End of Chapter 37---------------

At the dawn of 3001 ad, geneticists discovered a gene codenamed "33". The name of the gene is named after Jesus Christ. The "33" gene modified the human species. Now people have acquired new properties to adapt to the new environment on the planet Earth. Properties were very diverse: from telepathy to an arbitrary increase in body temperature by a person. Therefore, the society decided to strengthen control over people with the help of a special law enforcement service "Guardians". However, mass riots did not decrease, but on the contrary-increased due to new human opportunities.

C H A P T E R 3 : T H E T H I N G A B O U T B R E A K U P A N D O L D W O U N D K A T H E R I N E B E N N E T

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However, the thought of suicide had never crossed my mind even once. Because if I were to die, I'd like to die with glory. There's no way I would take my life just like that— my life is not cheap at all. While clearly sorting out the thoughts in my mind, I find myself arriving on the 3rd floor. I was surprised when this floor in front of my eyes felt a little déjà vu. It looks just like my house's training chamber— only larger. What was the third floor again? While thinking of that, I activated my screen and checked the details.

Now, they were all just part of the same unit moving into enemy territory, awaiting the opportunity to do their part to make the world a better place. But for Adam, that included running back into the place he’d run out of not long ago. It wouldn’t be easy to see that place again, to stand in the Insemination Wing and smell the smells that were ingrained in his brain, to see those white walls and the awful chairs. No, he wasn’t looking forward to that at all.

I should do something about this and quick. •••• END OF CHAPTER 34. ••••

On our wedding night, my wife, who almost never drank, got wasted because she was supposedly too happy. Just when I didn't know what to do, my best friend sent me a long message explaining how to take care of her. I blushed, but I still followed his instructions and soothed her the way he described. Natalie, who had been making a scene, miraculously quieted down. But just as I was about to call my friend and thank him, Natalie suddenly hugged me from behind. Heartbroken, she whispered, "Ashton Hawke, you're the one I wanted to marry." As she said it, the tattoo near her heart slipped into view: a hawk with its wings spread wide. My mind went blank. Ashton Hawke was my best friend of

The mothers gathered in her room, trembling, as Elena read aloud from the first chapter: “There is no such thing as a finished city.” She read to them every night, sometimes only a page, sometimes an entire chapter if the guards were sleeping light. The text was technical, at first—schematics and protocols for self-repairing cities, polities designed to reforest ruins, the old thought experiments of a time before the freeze. But then, buried deep, there were other things: wild, fictional instructions for making your own home from garbage and frost, seeds for growing bread in airless dark, stories of children who outlived not just catastrophe, but the memory of it.

Power and survival, or identity and possible death? Comment below! Team Accept Chaos or Team Refuse? I'm dying to know what you think! Chapter 33 drops soon and it's going to be EMOTIONAL. Have tissues ready!