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“What do you mean this is a regular occurrence? You’re lying there’s no way.”
“Believe what you will Curly,”
“Its Harry.”
“Whatever! Its becoming a regular thing. Do you know how disgusted my family was when I got this thing when I was 16?” He flashed a microphone icon at Harry, and he faintly knew that it meant that he would be a performer.
“At school everyone congratulated me, but at home was where it counted. It was a miracle that I wasn’t thrown out to the streets because of the stupid thing. What society says is wrong, having icons that ‘determine your fate’ does not help you in the long run. You are a freak of nature. That’s what icons are, you’re one of the lucky ones to have been blessed without this sickness.”
“But,”
“There is more to life than being forced into thinking that this form of tyranny is what’s best for everyone. Did they ever teach you in school that this is the aftermath of a giant war? These people, these icon people are a highly mutated form of human and people like you are considered normal in the old days.”
“I-I”
“Of course you wouldn’t know that, you pathetic pampered pup. You are a disgrace to all of mankind, or whatever we are called nowadays.”
“Then what are you?”
“I’m infected and I want to be clean. And you’re my ticket to getting there.”