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The future: War is dead. Peace watches over the United Global Democracy as would a guard dog watching its master's door. Men and women in military uniforms patrol the streets of the numerous provinces of the global nation. They sport large, fear-striking weapons, and it is illegal for a civilian to carry one. A young rebellion shouts insults in the steps of the legislature. He is destroyed with no mercy. No one sees any of it. They walk by as if nothing happened, as the law commands. All measures must be taken to maintain the peace. Curfews are set in place, and meetings in the night are strictly prohibited. Violators are to be shot on sight. Rebellion brings war. War is unacceptable.
This is peace.
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