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Back in the year 2027, certain FBI files concerning a deceased, megalomaniac billionaire finally blew up and became public knowledge. No one in power was spared. The British Royal Family fell. The American President was impeached. World leaders, billionaires, law makers, they all faced justice.
The world watched on in awe and disgust.
But, slowly, the people moved on. As the years rolled by, so public apathy increased. The evil atrocities committed in those files seeped into the public conscience. The facts became mundane. Almost acceptable. Social media memes made light of it. People argued. Nothing was resolved.
And now, in 2047, the citizens of the globe are a seething mass of misdirected hate and confusion, wondering where it all went wrong. Each individual is permanently glued to their favourite personal device, fed an endless stream of rot, spewing hate at each other. Isolated. Divided. Poverty-stricken. Lonely. Scared.
The faces at the top have changed, but the structure of the world remains fundamentally the same. The unspeakable evil that once lived in the shadows of high society, is now out in the open. Societal taboos are slacker. Cannibalism and other heinous acts have been normalised. Legalised.
Now that evil is regulated and systemized, largely thanks to the new-and-improved, global, Freedom of Speech amendment, the secret underbelly of the upper echelons has whole new depths of depravity to plunder
Thirty-six-year-old Elsie Stephens has signed up to join the Flesh Factory a government run organisation that promises huge sums of money to the partakers’ respective families, as well as living in one of their luxurious compounds for the short period of time they remain alive, in return for their participation.
In the technologically-driven future, humans are largely redundant. A person only has one remaining asset '' their flesh. The one thing that self-acting technology systems cannot replicate.
This is an extreme horror novella. Reader discretion is advised.
Genre: Horror
Back in the year 2027, certain FBI files concerning a deceased, megalomaniac billionaire finally blew up and became public knowledge. No one in power was spared. The British Royal Family fell. The American President was impeached. World leaders, billionaires, law makers, they all faced justice.
The world watched on in awe and disgust.
But, slowly, the people moved on. As the years rolled by, so public apathy increased. The evil atrocities committed in those files seeped into the public conscience. The facts became mundane. Almost acceptable. Social media memes made light of it. People argued. Nothing was resolved.
And now, in 2047, the citizens of the globe are a seething mass of misdirected hate and confusion, wondering where it all went wrong. Each individual is permanently glued to their favourite personal device, fed an endless stream of rot, spewing hate at each other. Isolated. Divided. Poverty-stricken. Lonely. Scared.
The faces at the top have changed, but the structure of the world remains fundamentally the same. The unspeakable evil that once lived in the shadows of high society, is now out in the open. Societal taboos are slacker. Cannibalism and other heinous acts have been normalised. Legalised.
Now that evil is regulated and systemized, largely thanks to the new-and-improved, global, Freedom of Speech amendment, the secret underbelly of the upper echelons has whole new depths of depravity to plunder
Thirty-six-year-old Elsie Stephens has signed up to join the Flesh Factory a government run organisation that promises huge sums of money to the partakers’ respective families, as well as living in one of their luxurious compounds for the short period of time they remain alive, in return for their participation.
In the technologically-driven future, humans are largely redundant. A person only has one remaining asset '' their flesh. The one thing that self-acting technology systems cannot replicate.
This is an extreme horror novella. Reader discretion is advised.
Genre: Horror