"It's a broken world out there. And we are all part of it as well. Broken."
In this world, one has to make a choice. Be broken, or to be "whole". But if one is "whole", they will die. Because if they are whole, they won't have what it takes to survive. The choice they make marks whether they are part of the "Fraction", or the "Whole".
If a child lives through their harsh childhood to become a teenager, they have to make a decision. Either they give up part of their humanity in the Exchange, a major trait that makes them who they are, in exchange for an ability that can help them with survival. If they choose not to, they basically ensure their own death, trading their life to keep their humanity. But despite these odds that would seemingly ensure the decisions' outcome, the choice is always split into about half to half. Rather, it seems like there is no choice at all.
It has been like this since the first person in history could remember. Kids are torn between choosing living, but losing part of who they are—or trying to live in a merciless world, without a power of their own.
Meanwhile, some hold doubt. There must be something—or someone—controlling the currents, from afar. If one finds it/them, then they will be saving everyone from having to make the horrible choice that is the Exchange. Therefore, the government selects a small group of kids, sent to seek the answers and determine the truth.
Yet the truth itself might be just as fractured.
“It has been a year since the Exchange for me, and still I feel nothing, as I hear the rumbling of voices far away, in the Temple.”
Telex glanced outside the window briefly, fingers slowly thumbing along the designs on the book cover. Finding it uninteresting, she prepared to cast it aside, just as she heard an ominous knock on the door, once again reminding her that she was alone.
It was ironic, really. She had chosen Option One to stay with her family, only to cast them away from herself. She hadn’t been the girl they expected to know, so they stayed away most of the time. When they were together, it wasn’t any less awkward.
The knocking, cautious, proceeded in soft raps, followed by some firm ones, then some pauses. Whoever was out there was not taking a hint to leave. With a slight growl, Telex strode over to the door and swung it open, stopping it halfway with her foot. Standing beyond the gray steps was a lady, maybe in her mid-30s, who smiled immediately, and much too widely to be natural. “Telex Jackman?”
She chose to let her silence answer the question. The woman gave her a slight nod, then seemed to try to think of what to say. “We have important matters at hand.” Telex continued to have no reaction. The other obviously could not see that she was not welcome here. Maybe she was someone who was used to getting her way; after all, she had a stunning appearance, with soft features, and pale brown hair winding around her face in a caress, not to mention sparkling green eyes. “May I come in?” She phrased it more like a statement then a question.
The corners of Telex’s mouth turned a slight notch downwards. “No.” She glared at the other, who responded with a slight smile, reminding the girl of the corners of a lynx’s mouth when it has its eyes of prey, knowing of the absolute chance of winning the hunt.
“You might want to know,” she continued, quietening her voice, “that the matters I have at hand regard you, and your future.” Telex stared at the other, half disgust and half disregard, though of course the other would not be able to tell, and would likely interpret it as disbelief. That soft appearance was just a disguise, after all. She straightened herself, and moved to one side.--O--
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Est. June 2018
God of Loyalty, Life, & Cosmos
We never know all the chances we lost
Until we lose them
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