Two Worlds at the End of the World, I Choose the Third Way

My name is Alyosha, and in a civilization without a name, my number is K-7219. There is no desire, no emotion, no "I like" here. Everything works according to order, and people with excessive emotions will be "purified" - and then disappear forever. I lived twenty-two years until I saw with my own eyes that the system itself had gone awry. A deviation of 0.7 Degrees. Exceeding authority to query, touching taboo words, searching for blocked concepts—when the system popped up the blood-red warning, the law enforcement team arrived within five minutes. They called me "Polluter No. 37." I thought I would be destroyed. But Zero, the Supreme Purification Officer, told me that this was not the case. Two civilizations, four hundred years of war, the third possibility left by the Prime—and the line of code engraved in my genes. The pursuers have arrived. The strongest awakened hunter in Eden is traveling across the star field, coming at full speed. She called me "The Awakener." My name is Alyosha. I am not a source of pollution. But maybe I am the last choice.