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We meet a 15 year old girl who lives in LA in 2024. The city is impoverished. Water is scarce. Raving gangs go around looting, raping, and murdering. Arsonists burn down houses out of spite or just for fun. Water is so expensive and scarce they can't use it on a fire.
The people have Christianity to keep them going. They also have walls to protect them. However walls can be scaled, barbed wire can be cut, and people can still lose everything. The girl's neighbor was tied to a chair and raped, and she lost everything. Her son and family were also all killed in a house fire. She killed herself even though she believed suicide meant an eternity in hell. Maybe she didn't believe, or maybe an eternity in hell felt better than the hell she felt on Earth.
The girl is not Christian. She has found her own God, a God that is indifferent to our suffering, but can be shaped and molded. She believes that God can be changed depending on who we view God. She believes God exists to be shaped by us.
The girl's stepmother is nice. She speaks Spanish and the two converse in the stepmother's mother tongue. The stepmother's name is Corazon, which fits nicely with her character. Her family calls her Cory.
I don't know the name of the girl. I do know she has the ability to feel other people's pain and joy, but not as how they experience it but how she imagines they experience. She feels it physically. If she punches someone she feels their punches. If someone has cut themselves she feels their cuts. She even starts to bleed. It is terrible, but sex is amazing because she feels her pleasure and the other person's pleasure. However it is a curse. Also, if anyone else found out they would torment her, so she must keep it hidden from anyone outside her family.
She got this ailment from her mother who abused drugs while she was pregnant. Her mother died during childbirth.
Despite being able to feel intense suffering, she feels surprisingly apathetic to death and murder. She accepts it as a part of life, perhaps because she has grown up with it her entire life. The children in this citre jaded from the suffering. Perhaps this makes them stronger than the adults who remember what it was like when things were better. Their memories of a better world must torment them. But the people have hope that things will improve, despite the fact that they never have.
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