The Cure - Dystopian Fiction

English Assessment

“The Cure”

I sit here scribbling in peril. What have I done?

The city itself was always grey and bleak as any other in this dying world plagued by chaotic loneliness. The suffocating emptiness consumed your soul of all emotion, feeling. The ruins of the barren landscape was a vast monotony of ancient glass and steel, shaped by decades of destitution and chaos.

But the Government fears us. United, the people of Metropolis were powerful. The past had proven so. Yet, scattered, divided and leaderless as we are, we are incapable of revolt. How the Government created such a sense of anarchy and yet maintain their own level of order was remarkable, yet entirely plausible.

How did they achieve such unmitigated devotion?

The alteration of human nature.

The first trace of rebellion sparked panic within the Government. Yet one day, when the power of love and individuality overcomes the love of power and society’s need to alter human nature to create an unrealistic utopia - only then will the world know true justice. As of now – our existence is slipping through the crack.

I tried. I really tried.

They developed a drug. A drug, which entailed ultimate control – the control of the subconscious. So, each week the citizens of the Metropolis were issued with a supply of what the Government and their chemists fittingly named: ‘The Cure.’ Injected twice a day, morning and night, launching the world into an oblivion of chaotic loneliness and an era of obedience. At first, it was believed to be a miracle, pinnacle of peace, love and serenity. A union. As years wore on, the effect of the drugs became more profound. The effects worsened with age, and average life expectancy dropped by thirty years.

What the Government called the cure, I call ‘Tenebrous.’ There was no escape, no way out. Though their bodies protested, their subconscious disallowed such a violation. Reduced to hollow souls; mere drones. They had won.

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