Everything in the office was still, only the monitor flickered slightly. Screens in the office were displaying people of the community; some riding the assigned bikes, some having the daily pills, and some getting allocated uniforms on.
'Perfect,' Zoe mumbled.
Such perfect world, nothing to improve, just too safe and too peaceful. She felt like thick fogs were flowing around her. The almost tangible fog blocked her eyesight like a kind of veil trying to cover up something. She just aspired to lift up the veil and see the hidden. She felt it, the massive secret hidden behind the fog, behind the screen, she was looking at, and behind everything she sees.
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"Can I have a look at that?" It was the Giver.
"This machine is sensationally popular in Elsewhere now. Take a look," the man explained, showing one of the many items in his bag.
'Elsewhere?' She thought out loud.
The Giver turned around suspiciously. Zoe quickly hid behind the doors, but the Giver was already walking towards her.
"What are you doing here?" The Giver asked, quite aggressively.
She could not say a thing. She completely froze in front of the door, and her eyes wobbled in fear. The Giver then gave her a friendly and comforting smile, and let her come into the annex. Zoe was stunned while she walked into the annex. The sofa covered in the softest material she has ever seen, furnitures sumptuously carved, and shelves full of books.
"Why are you here? What have you heard?" The Giver asked.
"I've heard about Elsewhere, and about a different world," Zoe answered truthfully.
The Giver took a deep breath. He has decided that there is no other choice other than telling her the truth, since she already knows the existence of a world. The Giver told her stories, stories of happiness, freedom and life.
"I don't understand," Zoe complained, "Can you send me there? I would understand if I see it," she added.
"I'm afraid you can't. Nobody here can ever visit elsewhere," the Giver explained, "Zoe, this is a secret between us. Anything can happen to you if you don't keep this in secret. Well, others wouldn't understand anyway, but you are permitted to say this. Rule number 17, Remember?" he added.
"I won't say a thing, I promise," Zoe told him.
"I guess it's time for you to go. Everyone must be finding you all over the place. Just tell them you were here with me," the Giver said.