In a distant future, mankind has abandoned Planet Earth because it has become covered with trash and garbage from products sold by the powerful multi-national Buy N Large corporation. A garbage collector, and the last human alive on Earth, Braedey...
He wore a very old, ratty, and dirty coverall jumpsuit, its bright yellow cloth now coated with stains of dirt, dust, grime, sweat, oil, grease, and god-knew-what other impurities he was covered in. His name, Braedey, barely readable on the similarly worn red patch explicitly roughly stitched on his left breast side, its letters BNL all but faded. He stood 5ft tall, and looked in his late teens to early 20's. His exposed areas of skin had a sun-bleached shade of light brown from the dust and unforgiving sun, his brown hair an unruly mess akin to a dust mop.
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He looked back up to the cubes in front of him. "Oh!" Something now caught his attention: a shimmering object from one of the cubes.
Braedey grabbed it; it doesn't budge, and he tried harder, grunting for more strength, still nothing; and now yanking on it with his feet on the cubes, pulling with all his might. Finally, the shiny object breaks free with a sudden force that Braedey falls flat on his back, but safely not over the edge. He sits up; simply starring at the object he pried free, just a circular aluminum trash lit. Huh? He wondered how something so... simple would make him work himself to just know what it was. Such curiosity he had.
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Braedey looked up at the falling sunset just above the horizon; his protective UV goggles shielding his unseen eyes from the harsh rays, even at this time of day. It'll be dark soon; he gets up and prepared to leave. Still clinging onto the lid, he sling it over his back along with a utility bag. He turned off his cassette player that's slung on his belt, dead silence now filling the metropolitan void.
"Max!" Braedey whistled for his canine companion to come with him, back down the 3,000ft (914m) trash tower in a spiraling makeshift ramp, slowly making his way smoothly but at unease at the sight of a long and deadly way down to the streets below.
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