Some would call this a dystopia. It is, after all, a time in history where your individual will cannot be respected as it once could. We are, after all, on the brink of becoming a dying breed. Or so they say, anyway.
I am being ripped out of my ordinary life. I will be put into the system's hands. I am leaving for a settlement. One where futures are made, supposedly. Where free wills are neglected, presumably. Where the human race will get another chance at surviving, hopefully.
--This is a story about he who was born into an era where dreams are futile.
