Rewind
An Unwind Fan fiction
"Lev?" the new admiral's voice said in an almost monotone. It'd been 4 years since Connor took over Admiral Dunfee's post as headmaster of all the Unwinds, or Donors of Humanity as they were now called. Humane was the least common word that the kids in this camp used. If anything, the harvest camps were like concentration camps. Enviett III had come into power and now served as 'Hitler' with the Juvey cops as his Nazis. There was a poster in the history wing (literally, wing) of one of the study planes with Envi on it. Risa, in objection, had drawn mustaches and other humiliating things on its glossy surface.
I closed my journal. "Is Jaws there giving you a hard time? I'll give you a new one. I swear it's in my nature to help you and the universe as a Tithe. Amen."
Connor grinned. The scars on his face had almost disappeared…I suspect that had to do with girlier Risa and her new obsession with Lancôme creams. How awful that Connor had to suffer such a fate.
"I'm kinda worried about you, Lev. You chose to return to the Graveyard instead of hanging with celebrities. Now, I obviously don't possess amazing looks anymore, but REALLY? Lev, come on. I'm starting to think explosives are eating your brains."
He thought I still did things the clapper way.
Being a clapper isn't really like being a stoner. I mean sure, they do pump harmful things into your circulatory system, but it's not addictive. Because once you've tried it, you don't usually live to try it again.