[ Wp ] the perfect society . Prompt in text .

I always get too nervous to post here because I'm afraid it will be bad. Gah. 
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 Johnny sat at the end of the dock, both hands planted beside him. He was just fifteen, with short brown hair and hazel-tinted eyes. He looked down into the water and seemed cold to his new friend. She stood just a bit behind him, observing Johnny with a smile. 
 
 `` Have you ever felt like it was your time to go?'' Johnny flicked his head back, now staring at her as if he had known where she was standing the whole time. 
 
 She shook her head quickly and brushed a lock of her shiny blonde hair over her shoulder, then swept her gaze across the lake. `` Of course not Johnny, we do n't die anymore. You know that.'' 
 
 Johnny turned back around. She did n't understand. No one did, it seemed. Especially in this age, where it was rare to communicate with people you did n't already know before the invention of Perfection. That was the name of the Human Project's fourth product. It was n't really a product, Johnny learned, because those were typically sold for something in return. Perfection had been distributed. Ten billion vials, all over Earth. 
 
 Of course, it seemed to live up to its name. Perfection. And of course, Johnny thought, largely ignoring the girl behind him, nobody would report anything bad about it, it was almost law. 
 
 Johnny looked back at her again, moving his right hand out to support him. `` Would you at least sit down and listen to my theory?'' She sighed and nodded, coming with him to the end of the dock, where their feet were dangling well above the water as waves moved past. 
 
 Johnny moved his stare from her to the water again, then started his tale. `` Do you remember the early advertisements for perfection?'' She nodded, describing a few of the fliers for distribution centers a few years back. Of course, humans had improved memory if they wished for it, and this girl had. `` Tell me, do you remember what they said on them?'' She nodded again. 
 
 `` They were blue and about the size of those concert posters. They just listed the name of the place they'd be handing them out, and the hours and stuff.'' She shrugged. 
 
 `` You know that's not what I mean. Specifics.'' She clicked her fingers and looked up. 
 
 `` Okay, so it said... Become Perfect. Become Human. The Human Project: Perfection, available 9/14. And then the bottom was the fine print, where it described how it helps us with all of these new things like my memory, and... whatever I want. You know. Tells us how we can live a fuller, happier life with the time we have, all of that.'' She finally looked back down at him to see him glaring with a grin. 
 
 `` That's just it, you see.'' He realized he never actually remembered her name. It did n't matter it him, he was going to prove his point and that was the important thing. 
 
 `` A fuller life, with the time we have. Because Perfection does n't actually increase our lifespan. It lists just a few side effects, and all of them are fatal. Because if you die early, they blame it on that, and just say that the side effects were to blame, without ignoring the real cause. There are n't any side effects, okay? It just kills like some of the `` side effects'' would. But without symptoms. They're just not telling anyone, because they want you to think that Perfection is perfect. In reality, we all still just disappear. Painless, but just like before.'' 
 
 He held a hand to his heart and looked back at the house on the hill. He felt thumping in his chest and nodded, starting to slide toward the edge of the dock as he closed his eyes. 
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 I'd appreciate feedback: ) I was n't sure what to do with the ending after the `` Perfection is n't perfect''.
