“Mother, it is truly a good season this time! Look above and see the treat!” Her daughter’s beam makes her lungs constrict. She almost drops the truth behind the structure.
“What do you see, Daughter?”
“It is a giant chocolate wrapped in a green film. Mother, that is what my Educators have told me. I wanted to boast about how you were part of the making – you were the head of this project, right, Mother?”
Her knees unnoticeably buckle and her eyes gleam with tears. “Yes, Daughter.”
The System has ruined the City – they want to feed the Next Generations with lies through their Educators until the time they die. The System has said New Generations will only destroy the world; they shall meet their peaceful death before we do.
The tank bomb is scheduled to explode the day after tomorrow – the Elders will depart the City tonight.
“Be good, my Daughter.” She kisses her forehead – for the last time.
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WORD COUNT: 160
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