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"You're talking about erasing free will entirely!" A small price for survival. For peace. "It's not peace!" Alden's voice joined in. "It's slavery with a smile!" You say that now, Morwen countered. But watch. The scene shifted again. Now they saw one of Morwen's "perfect" societies—a city where she'd managed to possess every single leader, coordinating them all like pieces on a chessboard. And it was... beautiful. No crime. No hunger. No suffering of any kind. But also no laughter. No spontaneity. No growth.

Initially, there was no need for people to pay the crystal core to the base every month as he would lead the mutants to gather food and support many ordinary people. However, as the number of people at the base increased, he became overwhelmed, which led to the tax system. He encouraged everyone to find jobs and actively contribute to building the base, going out to eliminate zombies, collecting supplies, and even establishing production teams. Although mutants enjoyed certain privileges, they also had to follow the rules. Random killings or harm would result in punishment. Even so, the mutants were still regarded as the upper class, while ordinary people were considered the lower class. Ove

What I became. And that’s by design. Because if she ever truly saw the extent of my darkness, I don’t know if she’d stay. So I keep my distance, even as I orbit her like a dying star. Close enough to feel the heat, far enough not to burn her alive. My gaze drifts past her, over the water, to the empire I’ve rebuilt. The ruins of the Dominion Society now rest beneath my feet, buried under concrete, steel, and silence. They once called themselves gods. Immortal. Above reproach. They held court in boardrooms and think tanks, behind the closed doors of governments and markets. They believed power was their birthright.

“The dark world runs based on crime. It’s a place where the rules of society don’t apply, and power is the only currency that matters. It’s about control—whether it’s illegal businesses, underground activities, prostitution, drugs, or smuggling. Every action has a consequence, and the stakes are always high.” Caleb chimed in, “In our world, alliances are made and broken in an instant. Trust is a rare commodity. You can’t afford to be weak because the moment you show weakness, someone will be ready to take you down. It’s a constant battle, and everyone is fighting to stay on top, no matter the cost.”

she asked as if making sure "Yeah." "I'm not a genius about human bodies but one thing i know is it's dangerous to force the body to that kind of drug. Why are they doing this now?" I whispered to her carefully making sure no one can hear me "Because they are in need of more manpower in Society One?" she guessed "Or maybe because we're running out of supplies?" I tilted my head to show that I don’t agree to what she just said. "That's impossible, Ana. If they need manpower, they would build more AIs and there small possibility of the latter but they can also modify our foods to reproduce them," I paused.

(ongoing) d. ink itt The Safe Space Series: Overpopulation has taken a toll on society. Space, food, and money are limited commodities. With the population so high, a world law has gone into place, the first of its kind: One child per family. It's a felony otherwise. And unwanted children? They go to adoption agencies - a twisted version of the family making system we know. These adoptees are workers, paid with room and board until they turn 18 and are sent out in the world with a stipend and a prayer. But what happens when one of the adoption sites isn't everything it appears to be?

It is used solely to serve the story’s character arc, themes of identity and survival, and dramatic tension. Characters in this book may display dark, immoral, or emotionally complex behaviors. This includes betrayal, manipulation, power struggles, violence, and intense romantic or physical relationships. The presence of these elements does not indicate that the author condones or promotes such actions in real life. They are included as part of the fictional experience, to explore the emotional and psychological impact of surviving in a dangerous and unpredictable world.

She guessed it made sense for her subconscious to draw upon a setting she knew so well. She found it quite amusing to dream about a dystopian San Diego, because in many ways the place was not all that different from a volkaane settlement. The energy fields produced by electrical and battery-operated vehicles and appliances attracted dangerous portals to another world, so they had been dismantled and outlawed. There were no cars, no televisions, no phones—her subconscious must have played a role in that, too. In any case, Rave certainly would have felt right at home in such a place.

"They say the Earth is a 'nursery' that has reached its expiration date. They say the soil is poisoned by too much history. If we don't cross now, we stay here for the sterilization of the next cycle. They won't stop until the Gene is gone." ​I looked out through the shattered windows of the Spire at the horizon. The red fire of the Architects' field was gone, but the world below was a chaotic mess of smoke, fire, and societal collapse. Aethelgard was a broken cage, the Red Wasteland was a vast graveyard, and the pack was scattered across a planet that now knew we existed—and likely feared us more than they feared the Hive. We were monsters in the eyes of the people we had just saved.

I was haunted and was only left to be killed just like the rest in the society who had been sacrificed for speaking out the truth they knew in the society about the government. The marked the end of the relationship I shared with Sam and a new life inside my unwanted planet. I was the unwanted in the society, nobody knew me or where I came from because I had no home, I had no memory of my home and as I looked up into the thick clouds I saw no future in my destination. The only hope I had where my children, I took them with me wheresoever I was going to and where I find rest for the night that was where I laid them. Aka was twelve then, he knew what we were passing through but just didn’t hav