Dystopian

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