just another story

twenty-five january twenty-seventeen It has been impossible to write. I have trouble sleeping. Days ago the world took part in a global women's march. Several people I know have said not only that the display of solidarity was pointless, but also that it was disgusting, attention-whoring, pathetic. I wasn't able to attend, but my body and mind ached all day with sickness that I couldn't be there. Our president, in the five days he has been in office, has already begun working his fascism. Stripping rights, issuing several gag orders. This is comical, because I never thought I'd be saying this, but his regime has invented something called "alternate facts". Otherwise known as, you know, untruths, lies, falsities. The opposite of a fact is a non-fact. But here we are. We must resist.

nineteen january twenty-seventeen An undisclosed number of years in the future. Caiva, our protagonist, is a Genner, a term used to describe a generational human who has been genetically modified to have certain qualities. Genners are bred with specific jobs in mind, much like today's animal industry. The kingdom Palor is ruled by a royal family at the heart of its largest city, Layden.