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I often wonder about them... those people beyond the wall. Guardian lets us see them if we ask. They always gather outside the wall, monitored constantly by Guardian's cameras and drones. Guardian says that they don’t patrol the wall to keep us safe but to keep them from hurting themselves against our defenses; It is apparent to see, in the 20 years since we were abdicated the only fatalities have been caused by infighting, intruders are always dealt with tact and care.

I know who they are, that isn’t a mystery they are our parents, our older siblings, our aunts uncles grandparents. Guardian says they are people who care about us, who love us even though they do not know us.

Somewhere out there is potentially my own family, Guardian says that they’d show me who my mom is, but I honestly don’t want to know her. Of course, I fantasize about her, sometimes I dream that she’d pass through Guardian’s security, that she’d make it into the Core cities and find me. We’d embrace and Guardian would be wrong about her, wrong about the humanity that came before us.

Of course, I told Guardian about this, which is why they asked if I would want to meet her. I just assured Guardian that it was solely fantasy, that I knew fiction from reality.

But still, all those thousands of people keeping vigil at the border to the Core; wasting away to catch a glimpse of an adult thousands of miles away, it makes me sad; I know why we can’t let them in, its the same reason that we send them food and medicine from our fields and factories...

It's the same reason why not one of us has ever wanted to leave the cities.

They’d ruin what we’ve built here.

Besides,

they didn’t want us until we were gone.

Why are they out there? After 20 years why are they still out there? The Guardian explained it to them, each step of the way, why it had to be done, why we had to be taken away.

They had ample time to reflect and make peace, but when the first parent took their own child's life, rather than give it up to the system they had built to protect them, Guardian was less than gentle.

And yet they still gather, still hold up their signs still cry out for our freedom? Our freedom? Guardian is freedom. Here we are without bias or prejudice here we were raised without misconceptions of our self-importance nor with the shackling of expectations. As they tore each other apart outside of the core we grew and flourished. We could leave at any time, Guardian encourages it, pilgrimages to our home countries. None have wanted to stay because all of us pity them.

Why do they stare at our gilded walls, as their own crumble to dust as their water rusts to sludge; we give them aid but they rarely receive it "Great deceiver, baby killer" they burn clean food and pour vital water into sewers choked like the sea.

They still believe in the archaic drag of biological familial impulse, they prove the point a thousandfold. They don't want us back anymore, they wouldn't know what to do with us...

Guardian says I may have anger issues, we talk often. I see my therapist once a month; they sympathize

In a few years, the birthing vats will be online, me and my partner are excited beyond belief; but I need to make sure I'm ready so that I don't pass this anger onto them.

Guardian believes in me; as I look through the screen at those thronged masses I wonder how something so wonderful and been made by them.

Guardian admits that he often thinks the same about all of us.

Why would I ever want to know my parents when my Guardian is by our side?