Seventeen on the truck

1. Number 174

As each day passed listlessly, I watched the situation worsen.

Government policies that will be announced soon

As always, I accepted it indifferently.

But this thought also comes to me

To this extent

"170 completed, next."

"171 completed, next."

"172 completed, next."

"173 completed, next."

"Number 174

민윤기

...

Done, next."

Should I live?

Children being moved around with barcodes on them like food

The current government is crazy

In 2040, the rapidly increasing youth suicide rate was the cause.

A society that pursued competition never stopped.

The children's crying did not improve, but rather worsened.

Eventually, there were children who ended up taking their own lives.

In large quantities

The decision made by the government and parents who were driven to evil was the best.

It was confinement training

For the children who cannot endure the worst situation

The place we moved to on the automatic moving chair was a room that was neither small nor large.

In a place where only the essentials of life are provided

There was nothing sharp or pointed, like a nail, anywhere to be seen.

"Meals will be served soon."

"Students, please change into the uniforms that have been distributed in advance."

After listening to the broadcast, I picked up the clothes that were hanging on the hanger.

I laughed out loud at how ridiculous it was to call something that looked like a prison uniform a school uniform.

rattle, thud

The plate soon slipped through the hole. It looked exactly like the lunch I ate at school.

I was clearly laughing just now

The tears that had not yet fallen until now

I was embarrassed and then I remembered the past and it came to me.

Is it because I feel like I need to say something to the stuffiness and emptiness in my chest?

In a society that has changed a lot, students like me now receive

And the treatment you will receive

Only then did the barcode recognized on the back of my neck start to sting.

The name tag with the number 174 on it instantly brought me to reality.

The rice, which was spreading with a salty taste, could no longer be swallowed.