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    dots Submission Name: inDiv: Chapter 2dots
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    Author: Sporadic
    Elite Ratio:    NAN - 0/1/2
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    Class/Type: Misc/Misc
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       Imagine, if you would, a world. A world where advances in physics and medicine is splitting up the relationship of common man, and God. A world where divine intervention is being categorized with that of fairytales and myths...


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    When you awake on that first day of summer, and the curtains have been drawn, the sun is beating down upon you, and you know you have freedom for that one day; that one blissful day where nobody can tell you how to live; that day where you get control.

    This is exactly how Mito wasn’t feeling.

    “Do you realise why you’re here, Mito?” said the man.

    “Apparently freedom of speech is illegal now. I feel rather uncomfortable ‘sir’. May I stop lying in this chair?”

    Mito sat up and took at look at this man. He was easy to look at and had a gentle face. He personified day time television and epitomised the intimidating look of the average child physiologist.

    The man paused and gave a subtle smile to Mito.

    “No my boy. The reason you’re here is because of the issues behind what you wrote. I don’t think you realise the profanity of your words. I’d like to try something. I’d like you to read aloud to me what you wrote.”

    The man handed Mito a piece of paper. Mito took the sheet in a manor that wasn’t quite snatching, but was by no means polite.

    “This is stupid.”

    He took a breath.

    “Imagine, if you would, a world. A world where advances in physics and medicine is splitting up the relationship of common man, and God. A world where divine intervention is being categorized with that of fairytales and myths. A world where people are not only born, but are being edited, change in their genetic code to ‘improve’ them. Eye colour, hair colour, skin colour, facial features. A world obsessed with appearance. A world with underpaid heroes, overpaid zeros, and a government that tries so hard to hide the undertone of fascism, racism, and sexism that it radiates. A world with the gluttonous, a world with the suffering. A world where people try endlessly to part themselves from nature, desperate to believe that they are above animals, and that they are something more than the rotting matter they appear to be. A world with child murderers, depressed teenagers, and terrorists. This is the world in which I live”.

    There was a knock at the door. It was the shrink’s secretary.

    “Sir, your three o clock is waiting outside.”

    He didn’t lose focus of Mito’s eyes for one moment, and without hesitation or movement said “Okay Clara, send him in”.

    “I’m sorry m’lad; that’s it for now, but I think we should meet again soon, make an appointment with my Secretary for 2 weeks time, I’ll look forward to seeing you”.

    Mito jumped off of the chair, which he regretted instantaneously, as it was a rather hot day, and this was a rather leather chair. As he was walking out of the room, a young, scruffily dressed teenager proceeded to walk in. Mito left the room, and the door closed as he left.

    “Hello Gary, what seems to be the problem? You sounded anxious on the phone.”

    “I did it again, doc. Three gerbils this time, and a Porcupine.”

    “Oh dear, and you were doing so well…were they completely burned, or just charred?”

    “Completely burned I’m afraid.” The boy twitched.

    “The ironic thing is, my father is a fireman.”

    “Yes, and your mother a vet, take a seat m’lad”.

    The shrink rolled his eyes, and proceeded to ask the generic, mind numbingly obvious question that was earning his £40 an hour.

    “and how does this make you feel?”




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