It is some time in the near future. The entire human race is completely devoid of emotion. The rich and powerful are the only ones that experience it. The economy crashed and the currency is no longer money; the new currency is emotion.
When the world economy fell, humanity fell with it. In an effort to sustain social class, the elite implemented a system where all inferiors were required to ingest pills that would numb any and all emotion. Every adult and teenager was required to take the pills each morning. Once the youngest generation hit puberty, the process was also mandatory for them; however, they couldn’t take it prepubescent because their bodies wouldn’t accept it. They were told the medication would keep them from getting sick, when in fact it deprived them of the ability to feel.
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Dallas was studying the illuminated specks in the vast ocean of darkness known as “outer space.” He was in the rural area of his small hometown, which was his favorite place for premium stargazing. It was pitch black in the large field, with only Dallas and his telescope to occupy it. This particular night had an unusual stillness that happened to be a genuine preference for Dallas. It seemed these quiet nights gave him a stronger sense of connection with the universe.
Dallas was planning on becoming an astronomer or an astronaut when he came of age. He always had an immense curiosity about the galaxy. Ironically, the knowledge of the unknown is what he craved. Ever since Dallas was a child, he always believed that we weren’t alone in the universe. If he was completely honest, more often than not, he felt alone on Earth. A part of him imagined a place in the universe that he could escape to; and he was bound and determined to find it.
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If you judged the Hurts family solely by the look of their home, then you would be certain that they had everything. You would be certain that their lives were perfect. The unfortunate reality of the situation was far from that. It was quite the opposite to be exact. The material possessions that the head of the household, Richard Hurts, acquired were merely nourishment to his ego. However, to the loving mother of two, Margot Hurts, those same material possessions meant little to nothing.
The foundation of the Hurts’ home was like a beautiful medieval castle filled with shit. Most nights in the Hurts household consisted of genuine loathing and verbal warfare. Unfairly, Dakota and his little sister, Delilah, were subjected to that heartbreaking lifestyle. The only nights of peace came when their father, Richard, was blackout drunk. It was not exactly ideal, but nevertheless peace.
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