Ez always knew she was different. This society, its people – it was all so perfect. Everyone was happy, everyone had a job, everyone lived in a spotlessly clean home. That was all they’d known, of course, and she was the same, but somehow she felt different. What lay beneath the surface? Why was no one to know about what came before the Reformers?
She did well to keep up an appearance of normality, of course, knowing those who stood out could attract attention. She liked her friends – they were a good bunch – but their conversations were vacuous. Nothing good would come of asking piercing questions of them. Her dad, though, that was different – she sometimes tried to catch him off guard with questions about his work, but he’d given nothing away so far. She knew she had to be careful.
If only there was someone who felt the same way as her. They had to be out there somewhere, but how would she know?