1. And from then on...

They took to the streets. 

One message have they ever given, saying the streets were theirs from then on, no-one was to come out, ever. It had a QR-code leading to an application in which everything outside, be it food, be it medication, be it taking care of fractures, be it whatever, was organized. 

the front-page of the app was in dark red and black, with one black diamond button to press to start the app. 

People were allowed to be in touch, there was some sort of "internet", with the barest of possibilities, be it chat, be it videophone, be it email - that's it.  

Yet, they couldn't come out of their houses. 

Sure they did, but soon they started nor returning. Ever. All data erased. Chats, pictures, ideo-calls, emails, all gone. As if they'd never existed. 

The Organisation provided for differentiated bio-stimuli and education. Large self-conscious cloud-entities monitored the levels of the students, guiding the very best into mind-control-programs, to prepare them for their functions in the Organisation.  

And all was well, in a highly stratified society. 

Yet somewhere sprung a glimmer of hope.  

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