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Dystopia. We all live on the ravaged, sun-bleached surface whilst the elite live underground. When going through a checkpoint I spot an open door that leads to spotless laboratories and non-evil scientists just doing their jobs. 'Can you give me any enhancements?' I ask (the elite are Superman-strong, healthy and live seemingly forever). A scientist peers at me. 'Sure,' she says, 'I can give you these shots. Open wide.' Two tongue injections. Hurts. Back on the surface and we're wondering how to smuggle the drugs I stole through the next checkpoint. I also wonder what on earth the two shots have done to me.

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