“What’s the point of life if lived a slave? Do we run on primal instinct? Are we still human? Just because I’m told I’m worth the price I’m sold for makes me less than them?”
“No, it’s because you’re a fucking idiot” That’s how it’s been your whole life, you think crying is gonna change the country?”
The two boys lay on a dirty mattress in a small pen in a cold concrete building. Both are near starving and alone. The younger one was a small white boy, the older a dark skinned teen.
You are in the next stall, rolled up on a similar mattress. You squeeze your eyes shut hoping you can fall asleep.
The conditions following The War were less than satisfactory. But, the events which lead to such results are indeed the warring. An abhorrent people who felt that intelligence isn’t quite as important in the success of a people as it is acted in such violent manner. We responded only as we can, the deaths were a tragedy. They were mourned, remembering the fact that they held such ignorant policies, but flying flags at half mast none the less. We, are the State of the America’s. We are a global power, The global power.
The birthing facilities are always running. Considering the advancements we’ve made scientifically it’s almost surprising we can’t control when the Mothers give birth. When they do the baby is taken to the nursery immediately. The Mother is given time to recover and medication before either entering a career field or being re-impregnated. No child will have memory of their Mother. For those who pass the standards, they remember their mother and father. Possibly a sister or brother as well, maybe more than one. But obviously not the actual parent. You should know that. As if you knew your actual Mother.