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Dystopian short story

Voice recording?

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...

*beep* Your voice is now being recorded

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"Life isn't perfect" said some person a century ago.

*scoff*

Life was worth something yes, maybe at some point, not enough. But this person? Was dead wrong. And dead

I'm Isa and I live in the best community in existence. Disagreements about race, gender, or really anything had died out years ago. We were quite a peaceful place. Sure there was still the friendly argument but no seriously delinquent behavior. We all follow a loose schedule.

1st: Wake up

2nd: get dressed

3rd: do morning activities

4th: get on with day

5th: lunch

6th: continue

7th: Dinner

8th: Bed

No one had a hard time following these simple rules. Even the babies, which we had been told in school never let their parents sleep, followed this outline. Yet there was one family who seemed to have a hard time working it out. It was like they had a glitch in their sys-

*bzzt*

*silence*

*racket is heard in the background*

Wha- who turned the recorder on in the kitchen?

*muffled response*

No i did not!

*muffled response*

*grumbling*

Discontinue voice recording?

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Recording has moved to new receiver

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*Muffled talking*

And.......without...realize....not human... tell them?....ridiculous...control device...last human family...different....get rid...now

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Recording has ended

*beep*

:)

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