Dystopian


Near a dancing fountain, I am sitting.

I barely look at the water droplets flirting the sunbeams.

Electronica music titillates my ears while I am recalling Brave New World.

I read it more than a decade ago

The Dystopia is here.



Plastic creatures everywhere. They are socially indoctrinated!

Now I decide to get away.

Bill, please!

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