"Three...."
It had been several weeks since I had received my Vision. I thought the government had realized their error. My intellectual capacity had outweighed the Vision. What is certain is more important than the unknown.
But of course it isn't. Of course the government would come. Because in a perfect world, people like me don't exist. They can't exist.
The Visions never lie.
The phrase had been drilled into me ever since grade school, after the last boy like me was discovered. The teachers wouldn't even whisper his name, as if it was a word too horrible to be uttered. I had hated the boy for who he was, what he would become. The last thing I expected was to become like him.
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The Vision
Short Story"T-minus ten seconds until total obliteration." In which a person faces imminent death, their future becomes their past, and we raise the question: can you be punished for something you haven't yet done? Winner of the Inspiration! short story contes...
