![]() Jonathan tripped, but not on anything visible. “Are you still taking your doses of bliss?” Lars had a thought-odd, true, but not unheard of-and turned to look at his comrade. Perhaps it was his increased dosage of bliss, the organic compound harvested from the clouds above. “That’s the other thing,” Jonathan said, glancing over to Lars. “Power’s gotta come from somewhere,” Lars said. “Don’t you think it’s odd how they put us in the energy wheels for ten hours a day, every day?” ![]() ![]() The more he thought about it, the more his brain hurt, so he stopped trying. “Wrong?” Lars wrinkled his brow, trying to think about what could possibly be wrong about their utopian society. “But there’s something wrong about this place.” “Don’t look over your shoulder,” Jonathan said as Lars fell into step beside him. As he walked toward the giant wheels that generated power for the city, he caught up to Jonathan, who was assigned to the wheel next to his own. He wore the same white shirt and same brown pants as everyone else in his sector, and he went to work everyday with those assigned to his unit. “Even here, in the middle of nowhere, you worry someone might overhear you.“
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