Tulula doesn't regret many things in her short life. And no, that doesn't make her a bad person, it just means there haven't been a lot of things for her to regret; which, technically makes her a very good person. Just saying. Most of her life has been the same as almost everyone she knew. She grew up in a nice small family of eleven, lives in a nice small mansion in a nice small neighborhood, has a nice small room for her rock collection, and hangs out with her nice small group of twenty-two best friends every day after school.

A completely average girl living in CL2, Cryla. That was Tulula.

Life was always good in her memory and she had thought like her parents, she would get married to a few of her best friends in the future and start her own family after moving to another neighborhood in the district.

That was everyone's ideal future and unless they died prematurely it almost always came true.

Tulula had never thought there was anything wrong with the way she lived. Then Igetis Cyl lowered the barriers to the outside world and she got on social media and- Wow.

There were so many things wrong with the way she lived?

Apparently, it wasn't normal to know the name of everyone in your neighborhood. It wasn't normal to have five parents, it wasn't normal to have twenty-two best friends, it wasn't normal to have a rock collection room and it definitely wasn't normal to have complete faith in your country's leader who has been unanimously deemed a creepy dictator by the outside world.

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Was she being creepily dictated? Tulula wasn't sure.

So she asked her second mom.

"Honey, give me your device,"

And got told to play outside.

Later in the day while digging tulips from Mr. Tamery's garden she had a great idea.

"Tulula, are you digging my Tulips again?!"

"No!"

She tried making an account on the app and to her astonishment, it worked.

Of course!

This must be fate telling her to make videos with her friends and upload them online to weaken the commonly shared sentiment that all Cylans were being mind controlled and living despondently in oppression thus increasing their rate of integration with the rest of the continent.

Of Course!

Fate sounds a lot like Igetis Cyl whispering furiously at the back of her mind so obviously, it completely was trustworthy.

There's no way this wasn't fate.