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** Script ** Don't read this Reverse Psychology is to much for you to handle. The story Perfect Code is a yummy taste of perfection. Not everyone accepts perfection though, everyone who does...... is erased. This book has so much more awesomeness than YOU could handle so yeah, don't read it(PS that's reverse psychology) ** __Perfect Code__ ** By Monica Paul

“Why do you always do that?” Ben looked up from the ratty old book he was reading. “Why do I always do what?” he said. “Read that book every day and night.” Taylor always asked stupid questions. It’s not that she was unintelligent; she had no direction in life. She did what she was told and didn’t question it. Like most people. Ben looked down at the book, “looking for answers.” Taylor meant to speak again but heard a chime of her watch. “Whatever Ben, I’ve got to get ready; I’m going to be late for work.” He laughed as she fled the room desperately seeking a clean change of clothes. His smile slowly disappeared as he began reading again. He scanned each page intently, absorbing as much as he could. The book was bound in dark brown leather and its pages were off white, proof of its age, it also had numerous spots of yellow where the previous owner mistreated it. He turned each page very gently. Page 8 The Six Commandments, I. Life is wonderful, live it to its fullest II. Your friends and family are your greatest asset. Keep them close. III. Go about your duties, but have fun doing them. IV. Be mindful of what you want and need, do not let them overcome you. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">V. Don’t stray outside The Community. It is dangerous. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">VI. Be proud to be alive. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">Ben had read the book numerous times but no passage interred him as much as the six commandments. They seemed logical enough, but there was something strange about them. He didn’t know what it was exactly, but he knew there was something not right. He saw the commandments as a guideline, advice on how to live a full life. The Community however took the commandments as law; they would not hear a word against them. Everything was built for them. Ben looked at his watch; it was almost time for work. His car would be arriving in an hour. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">It was dark when Ben got home. He hadn’t gotten a promotion in weeks. He spent his days filling paperwork and typing on a computer for a measly paycheck, which barely covered his expenditures. He wondered why he ever wanted to work there. His lack of enthusiasm wasn’t the only reason he hadn’t gotten a promotion, he had been sidetracked by his escalating obsession with The Manual. The leather bound book that kept him up at night. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">He got the mail and made his way inside. Taylor was setting the table for dinner, which both surprised and horrified Ben. He admired her enthusiasm but she was a terrible cook. He would have to buy another plant to scrape the leftovers into. The other one had died a few days before. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">“So how was work?” Taylor said as she began serving soup, which was certainly above room temperature. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">“Grueling, I think I am going to quit.” Ben readied hi bowl. How was he going to get out of this one? <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">“You mean it this time?” she said. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">“Yeah.” <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">After putting on a rather convincing about being ill Ben made his way to his room. He located the leather bound book on the top shelf and removed it. He flipped to a page that had been on his mind a lot. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">Page 42, <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">Humans are inquisitive by nature, and it is ok to ask questions. It is ok to want to know why something is the way it is. However, certain questions are dangerous and are to be avoided. All you need to know is that everything you will ever need is here in The Community. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">The sun rose again. Birds chirping repetitively as it illuminated the landscape bit by bit. Ben smiled as he opened his eyes. Dreams were the one place his problems couldn’t touch him. He’d just had an entertaining dream about electric sheep. Earth’s animals had died and been replaced with electric ones. He rolled on to his side and groaned as he saw his work uniform across the floor as he had left then. He was sick of work, sick of routine. He wanted something new. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">He eventually dragged himself out of bed and got into a warm shower. That was one consultation. After he had used his allotted water, he hopped out of the shower and dried off. He returned to the bathroom to grab his book and made his way out into the living room for breakfast. He heard the sound of the TV set from the lounge room. Taylor was in the kitchen making breakfast, glancing at it every now and then. Ben grabbed the cereal. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">“Why do you always do that?” He mocked. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">“Do what?” <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">“Watch that mindless nonsense,” he pointed to the TV set, which had an image of a family standing rather awkwardly outside a shiny new house, apparently very happy. Their fake smiles cut through him like a razor. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">After breakfast, Taylor left for work. Ben lay on the couch reading The Manual. He had decided not to go to work, mostly to see what would happen. He flicked through the book and found the page he was looking for. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">Page 15, <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">Work is a vital component of The Community. In any society, there are a number of things that need to happen for it to function properly and in order for this to happen everyone must perform their assigned duties. Those who do so in a prompt and positive manner will be prompted for their diligence. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">Ben laughed as he finished the paragraph. How finely they spun their webs of deception. He closed the book and stared at it intently. Was the whole thing a lie? <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">The phone rang before he could consider further. He got up from the couch and answered it. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">“Hello?” he said <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">“Ben?” <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">“Yes who is this?” <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">“This is your boss Mr. Perkins, so glad you remember me.” Only a complete moron could have missed the sarcasm in his voice. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">“Oh- <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">“Look, I have a job to do. I was just wondering if you were going to come do yours?” <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">“Ahh, not today,” Ben said, struggling to find the right words, “I have a... terrible cough, I think I’ve come down with something.” He coughed unconvincingly. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">“Well then, I’d just like to inform you that if you keep this up, you’re fired. Goodbye.” <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">Ben grimaced as he hung up the phone. Surely, he could have made up a better excuse than that. He started walking back to his groove in the couch when the phone rang again. Annoyed, he turned around and picked it up. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">“Hello.” <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">“Hi, is it a bad time?” said a sweet voice. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">“Oh hey Hallie, no it’s fine, just a little tired I guess. What’s up?” <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">“Nothing, that’s just it, I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages. Can I come around, are you doing anything?” <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">“Yeah sure, see you soon.” <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">He smiled as he hung up the phone. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">Hallie arrived not long after. It was true they hadn’t seen each other in a long time, but she hadn’t changed a bit. They sat on the porch talking, about life mostly. He would have normally have been frustrated by this talk, but today with Hallie, it was different. He was happy to escape his problems, at least for a moment or two. But they plagued him, like a stain that just couldn’t be washed out. He felt tainted by the lies. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">“What do you think about The Community?” He asked out of the blue. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">“What do you mean?” <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">“I mean, this life we live, are you happy with it?” <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">“Sure. I mean work is a pain, but it’s necessary, right?” <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">“Don’t you ever have the desire to travel, to see new places?” <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">She looked confused. “Travel where?” <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">He pointed on a spot on the horizon, “outside The Community.” <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">Hallie gasped. “Don’t be stupid, it’s dangerous out there.” <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">“That’s what they tell us.” <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">“But The Manual - <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">“The Manual is a lie. It’s not dangerous they just don’t want us to know what’s out there.” <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">“What is out there?” she said incredulously. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">“I don’t know.” <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">“So I’m just supposed to believe you? Believe that almost everything I’ve ever known has been a lie?” <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">Ben got up from his chair, “I know it sounds crazy.” <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">“Where are you going?” she said. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">“In to the lounge, it’s a little cold outside.” <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">Ben stepped outside into the cold morning air, closing the door behind him. He had said goodbye to Hallie, although she probably thought he was going to work. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">He walked slowly down the road he had come to know so very well, past the hedges, past the neighbors, to the very end of the road. Something surprising occurred to him, he had never been beyond the end of the road before. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">He kept walking, leaving the road behind and making his way towards the horizon. He planned to go through the woods at the edge of The Community and make his way south. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">But something strange happened, the woods never came. Instead of trees multiplying as they came into focus, they were beginning to vanish. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">Impossible! <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">He looked at The Community. Nothing. Frantically he pushed on. The trees had completely vanished and as he looked down, he saw that the ground beneath him was also fading. How was this possible? <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">A few seconds later is was all gone. Ben was surrounded by nothing but white space. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">Something appeared in the air above him. It was a line of red text that he could not decipher. It must have been a foreign language. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">He started moving again in what direction he thought was forward. He didn’t get far before another line of text appeared. He recognized bits and pieces of this one. It wasn’t a foreign language. It was code. Computer code. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">But what did it mean? <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">Perhaps he was dreaming again. If so he hoped he would wake up soon, he was beginning to get scared. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">Another piece of code appeared. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">24325184#_APPLICATION.ERROR.EXE <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">He finally realized what was going on. He had been right all along. There was something terribly wrong with The Community, with The Manual. And no one would ever know. Not Taylor, not even Hallie, the girl he had been friends with since 7th grade. They had built a perfect system, anyone who got too close to discovering the truth would erase and the system rebooted. And once that happened they would never remember having known him at all. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">But it was worth it, because at least for a time he knew the truth. He knew he wasn’t crazy for feeling the way he did. Even if in the end, it meant nothing. He knew. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">The end.


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