Dystopian

The medic was right, with the help of the AI controlled IV line and administered drugs had me up and walking around in the morning like nothing had happened. I got the all-clear from the medics and Chi met me outside the train car. “Good to see you up and walking around,” she said, handing me a steaming cup and a bagel. “Feroux makes the best bagels, come on,” she takes a bite of her bagel and starts walking away. “Let me show you around the camp before you meet with the lead

A furious banging on the door wakes me from sleep. I’m disoriented, sore, and my head feels like it’s going to explode. I squint as I look around the storeroom, the light is blinding. “I need an override code for storeroom 17C,” a voice shouts from the other side of the door. I panic. I need to get out of here. I search for my communicator but can’t find it anywhere; it must have fallen out of my purse during the chaos. I quickly enable the door control panel for the door tha

At the end of every cycle, they streamed the Flushing of the Sewers live on every device. I mute my devices and go to my room. I’ve made the mistake of watching the Flushing before and my conscience cannot take it, so many unfortunate, struggling, unlucky people rounded up and shoved into overcrowded Enforcer transport vehicles. Children as little as one or two spans were thrown in with random strangers and the elderly were shot, there was no room for them, they were no longe

The world wasn’t always like this. I watch from my apartment window as masked Enforcers pin a screaming woman to the ground. She writhes as an Enforcer places a knee on her neck. Her hair is in tangles and poorly kept, her clothes are torn abs stained, clearly, she’s Lowest Class or gotten out of the Sewers. Other citizens on the street are glued to their communicators, they mindlessly walk past the woman screaming, too busy checking the Network, sports scores or who was sent