The world is wrong. Lies and deception cloud our vision. Life, restricted to a dome no larger than the New York we once knew, is empty. It began so long ago, when a nuclear war destroyed our world. Masked by fear, our leaders trapped the survivors in a city under the dome. There, life is perfect.
But it is a lie.
The outside world has rehabilitated.
Yet the borders are still closed. More
The world is wrong. Lies and deception cloud of vision. Life, restricted to a dome no larger than the New York that we once new, is empty. It began so long ago, when nuclear war reduced our planet to molten slag. Masked by fear, our leaders trapped the survivors in a city under the dome.
Population control restricts the human race to five-thousand one-hundred. All of those born above that limit or those who have acceded the age limit if forty five are executed by lethal injection. No exceptions. Ever. Not even the mayor or his children.
And yet life, if you chose to call it that, goes on. Everything is free. Jobs are chosen for people by the mayor based on what suits them best. Education is at it's highest. There is no robbery, no murder, no crime whatsoever. Utopia.
But it is a lie. The world around the city, Avalon, has rehabilitated. The molten charged ground has become beautiful forest. Crystal clear water, trees and gras as green as emeralds cover the planet. But the dome, a digital screen, shows lies to Avalon and all it's citizens, showing them a world still ravaged by radiation.
No one is allowed outside of the border. And that is law. But today, a girl, no older than eighteen, crossed the border. And she would run, and never stop. As she would meet a man, a man of thirty-five, who ran away so long ago that would help her survive.
And this would mark the start.
The start of revolution.