What On XXX Is A Crowd Disease? by Point Zero

Instead of the identical, prison-like jumpsuits you’d probably expect when first learning about XXX’s existence, everyone here is dressed in casual sweatpants and a long sleeved T-shirt, each person’s outfit in a single, near blindingly bright shade of the rainbow to match their hair—which is not a style choice, of course. The distribution of each color is prearranged, lines of violet, yellow, and red snaking through groups of color, and something tells me that if I were to look at this from an aerial standpoint, the outfits would form some kind of written message. The entire planet would. As we make our way to the night section, each person stepping mechanically into the footprints molded into the sludge in front of them, I stop short, and so does everyone else, when I spot an aberrance only a few paces away.

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