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Under the Dome
POV: Vichy
I was looking at the glassed blue sky. Today again, white flakes sprinkled its perfection. The mood of the past few months was Winter. Not a cold one like ancients used to endure, no. The Winter inside the Dome was sweet and considered magical by people her age. Decorated trees could be found anywhere in Domium: the safest place on earth.
I was on my way to the examination. Born outside the Dome, I had serious health issues when I was a child. However the situation gets better, I will always need to make some check-ups to make sure my lungs aren’t playing tricks on me, or something else.
What of life, uh?
No prison here, criminals were instantly dropped outside the Dome. There, they would know death in pain: suffocation, disease, beasts, atomic anomaly, etc. Plenty of combinations were possible. One thing was certain: living out there was not possible anymore, for a long long time.
No thinking either. People don’t think, they just live their life, marry, have only one child if their genetics is considered efficient, and die. I won’t be able to give birth, too altered for that. So I will have to find someone like me, an altered soul to share my life with and serve de rulers of Domium.
