29 years ago, scientists discovered a way to reduce glucose absorption in the blood. But after some
time, they discovered something else: giving people a drug like Ozempic without choice, designed to
suppress glucose absorption and disable certain bodily functions can help to control the population.
Those who followed the rules had nothing to worry about, but those who chose to disrespect the
government would suffer the consequences.

Doctor Carter walked down the endless hallway, passing many cells and closed doors. He stopped
at the end, looking through the dirty window of cell 174. The inmate laid flat on their
stomach, waiting for the lights to turn off at exactly 8pm. Carter placed his hand against the window
and watched as his breathe fogged up the glass. Afterwards his gaze shifted down to his hands.
He was born with only 9 fingers: 5 at his left hand and 4 at his right. A normal, common birth
defect. But after working in this lab for the last 13 years, only 7 fingers remained. They genetically
removed two of his fingers after he refused to do a surgical procedure on a kid. A boy, only 13 years
old. He was supposed to inject a drug, which would paralyze him from the waist down, because this
kid was caught jaywalking walking. Afterwards, Carter was administered something that caused his
fingers to regress back into his hand. It was the most painful experience of his life and it thought him
a lesson: never disrespect the regime or suffer the consequence.
The scream of a little boy teared him from his thoughts. Two security guards with pistols and
tasers on their duty-belts were pulling a kid into a corridor with “delete” written above it. Doctor
Carters blood ran cold. What could this kid have done, that they want to punish him in the worst way
possible: putting him in a tank, till his body regressed to its embryonic state. He dashed over and
grabbed the little boy’s arm, positioning himself between the guards and the child. One of the guards
grabbed Doctor Carters left hand and with a special device scanned the qr-code imprinted on the
back of his hand. “Step aside Doctor James Carter. This is not your responsibility.” Carter
noticeably gritted his teeth: “First you need to tell me what he did. On this floor, everything must
pass by my authority before life changing decisions are made.” “This kid was repeatedly seen
near the help center. After some checkups, it turns out, that little Olli here tried to teach people
how to read after they went blind or who’s eyes were taken during a surgical procedure.” “I still
don’t see the problem.” “It was the Johnson’s help center.” Carters grip tightened. The Johnsons
help center was at the top of the federal thread list, that was updated daily and pinned against the
political palace. They were the last opposition standing, because the government still hasn’t gotten
full control of all the police departments, so the help center still got supported through underground
structures that haven’t been discovered yet. Anyone who associated with them faced the severest
punishment. Even young children. “I just wanted my brother to be able to read his favorite books
again”, whined the frightened Olli while clutching onto Carters wrist. “So Doctor you see, we have
great cause to take him into medical custody. He lost his right to self-determination the moment he
tried to help political enemies. Now, if you would be so kind to step aside.” “Unless you want another
regress procedure,” added the second guard while smirking. Doctor Carter had no choice but to step
aside.
He watched that helpless boy being dragged through the door, which would ultimately end
his life. But he didn’t know that yet. None of the outsiders knew what the regime had done to their
country. And a those who knew had already suffered the consequences.
(3 months later)

Many people came together on the dirty marketplace while prosecutors put on their ceremonial
robes in front of the frightened eyes of little kids. Those masked men stood on top of a wooden stage
specifically build for this event. There were 5 chairs next to them, each one had a rope hanging above
them. James Carter and his wife Sahra also joined the assembly. Between his legs stood Carters little
daughter Emma. She was barely 4-foot-tall and petite for an 8-year-old. Carter stood there, between
all those people, staring blankly at the stage which seemed to be originated form a circus. But the
show that they were about to perform wouldn’t be funny in any way: this was a hanging. Some
people from the Johnson’s help center had started a petition to safe little Olli. They thought that he
was just being held in a cell, waiting for somebody to take him home. They didn’t know that they’re
efforts were for nothing and that Carter had long disposed what was left of his body after the regress
procedure. Nobody knew who these culprits were. Suddenly one off the guards next to the stage
fired a bullet from his gun and the crowed quieted down. “We have all come together to put a stop
to disobedience”. “Praised be the lords”, chanted the crowed and the guard continued: “These five
people over here have been a great disruption. They challenged the regime and now need to pay the
price”. He motioned his colleges to bring the prisoners to the stage. Three of them were old men,
moving with desperation and fear. The fourth one was a young woman, maybe 25 years old, her hair
had been ripped out in chunks and her eyes were puffy from crying.
At last a teenage boy entered the stage. Carters jaw clanged. This boy was Ollies brother. The one
who got blinded and who didn’t even get the chance to say goodbye to his little brother. His hand
formed into a fist, but his wife put her hand on his and slowly shook her head. She was right, it
wasn’t worth it, was it? The hanging was divided into three parts. First, the crime was explained to
the crowd. The second part was the torture. They took out a huge, old book that was supposedly
filled with all the crimes and ungodly acts that every citizen had ever committed. For each recorded
action, the person would receive a flick to the head. This is supposed to completely remove a
person’s humanity, which was the only thing differentiating us from animals. At least, that’s what the
lords said in their morning announcements. Afterwards the culprits would be hanged in front of the
frightened crowed. And if somebody tried to intervene, they would be hanged to. They started with
one of the men. His sobs echoed across the marketplace and Emma clutched against Carters legs.
You could hear her quietly crying and Sahra had to crunch down to comfort her. But picking her up
wasn’t an option, the Carters wanted to spare her this view. They continued taunting the man in
front of the frightened crowed when Ollies brother started laughing uncontrollably. A whisper
sounded through the group of surprised people. “What’s so funny number 635?”, asked a guard,
while letting the book drop onto the first men’s lap. “Nothing, nothing. I just couldn’t grasp how
messed up this entire thing is. Till now.” He stood up and seemed to stare at the people who came
together to watch him die, but there were no pupils in his white eyes. “Some day you all will
understand it too. You will all see, how broken our society really is and there is nothing that we can
do about it.” “Sit down you…”. Two guards restrained him to his chair and number 635’s shoulders
shook while he started crying. “I guess we have a volunteer.”, one of the guards said with a sick
smile. Carter couldn’t hold it together anymore. He started sprinting to the front and jumped onto
the stage. “Hey Doctor, what are you doing?!”. It was one of the guards who he met the other day
when Olli was taken to the delete area. “I saw what really happened” Carter said whit determination.
“I saw, how they took your little brother to the delete are, I heard him begging while they were
dragging him down the hallway. I am sorry for your loss, but it also made me realize that none of us
can counter the system alone.” He turned around to the crowd. “We all need to work together.
Together, we can change something. Who is with me?”. A gun shot echoed through the air. Carter
dropped to his knees and afterwards fell from the stage. “So, shall we continue?”, one of the guards
screamed into the crowd. The people slowly nodded.

Carter may have died that day, but his words sparked something. Something that was bigger that he
could ever imagine. A few weeks after his passing a magazine appeared in the dark corners of the
city. On the first page it said: The legacy of James Carter, hero and father to our new society. At first
it was a little fire, but soon the movement turned into a wood fire, taking down everything on its way
to glory and freedom. And even though nobody knows how this story ended, it teaches us that we
should never let others control our life’s.