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ORIGINAL SCRIPT (PART I)
In the city of Grivemoor, where the sky never cleared and the air was thick with sorrow, emotions were regulated like currency. Joy, hope, and laughter were outlawed, buried under centuries of sadness. Everyone moved in somber silence, eyes downcast, as if weighed by an invisible force.
Two officers, Cain and Vera, patrolled the empty streets. They were part of the Bureau of Emotional Compliance (BEC), the enforcers of the new world order. Their job was to ensure that no one broke the most fundamental law: No smiling.
The pair walked through the narrow alleys, their gray uniforms blending into the colorless world. A report had come in—something so outrageous it seemed impossible.
"A man wearing a purple top hat," Vera muttered, reading the alert on her wrist console. "Caught smiling on Halloway Street. Can you imagine?"
Cain shook his head. “It’s a joke. No one smiles anymore.” 1 reply
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