Things changed, and they didn't.
My peers didn't seem to bat so much as an eye - to my face. They pretended they didn't even notice that anything was wrong. Maybe they thought this was my idea. That this had been some concoction of my own doing. After all, I was the one who tended the plant ....
I no longer needed to eat, so my rations went to someone else. Honestly, the idea of eating another salad was one of the most horrifying things I could imagine, given recent events.
Had there been others like me?
Had they been terminated?
The scant meat rations were bad enough - people often joked that they were 'soylent green' or something.
What if that was the truth?
I don't want to think about it. Just get my degree, and leave, that's the plan. But I think they mean to watch me for the rest of my life.
I'll have to get away - far away.
And then? Well. Then, I expose the truth.
From the monsters in our midst to the apocalypse that is upon us already, I'll cover it all. They can't hide their lies forever, and one day, I'll have more proof than my own disfigured body.
Maybe people won't trust me. Maybe they won't believe me. But I have to try.
What people will do with that knowledge, though ....
It can't be helped.
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