
Changing Our Reality
The following poem was found on the body of a suspected Natural terrorist, following a Bureau of Religious and Ideological Acceptance raid on a slum.
We had little choice but to comply,
Conform, obey, Integrate or die
They shut down our church and burnt our home,
Threw us onto the street, to fend for our own

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It's everywhere, intimate and unescapable. It's in your dreams. Ghostly voices whispering into your ear details about the latest in surgical-neuro enhancement and Integration technology. New top of the line cars, the latest celebrity trends and gossip.
How can I be like them?
“With this upgrade of course!”
The Naturals hate the flashing neon lights, it drives them insane. Epileptic seizures and chronic headaches are commonplace for them. Dirty filth, littering the sidewalk, foam bursting and frothing from their mouths. They had a choice, just like the rest of us. Now I have to deal with them and their constant begging. Disgusting.