A world which nanobots can repair the human body. Landed in the hands of the most cunning and devious underworld king. Many have died attempting to steal it, but only one has survived because the ruthless leader was smitten by her beauty.
The intent...
I even abandoned my pickup and retrieved one of the automobiles I'd stashed away in an airport parking lot. Fortunately, I usually kept a bag with a wig and other disguised items on hand.
It's been three weeks since I woke up and found myself in a public hospital.
I've already moved into my new beachfront cottage. I looked for three days to check whether the house had been bugged with surveillance equipment, but I couldn't find anything.
On my fifth day, I made sure to stock up on food so that I wouldn't have to go out as much. I was tempted to get a new phone, but I knew it could be hacked and used to track me in an instant because they have everything they need.
I'm very aware that the cabin is empty of everything. Except for bedding with sheets, food, and a few pieces of clothes, I haven't had the energy to shop for anything for the new home. I'm constantly concerned that having everything in place will be for nothing if I'm kidnapped once again.
One morning, I just woke up and finally came to my senses that even with all of these precautions, I knew I wouldn't be able to hide from the technology Charles possesses. It is so intelligent that the system could find even a little mouse if he wanted to.
I look outside the window and It's what I've always wanted and waited for two years, and now that I'm here, my mind won't let me leave the house. My brain wouldn't let me start over. My stomach grumbled and I made my way towards the shabby fridge which came with the house also.
There's only a little food stock left in the fridge. I'm gonna have to find the will to get out. I'm on my bed, lying under the cover just breathing and waiting for something when all of sudden I thought of the wine. It surprised me with how good it tasted.
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Just like that, the will to get up has come. I've decided to be an alcoholic. It's the only rational thing that comes to mind. I got up quickly, put on whatever I had laying around as I don't really have much clothing yet, took the car keys and drove off.
I didn't dare to make eye contact for no one is to be trusted, but a few pleasant faces attempted to strike up a little chat with me, I felt bad for I kept my responses brief appearing to be a snob and claimed to have a sore throat, demonstrating that I couldn't actually say much. I didn't miss the strange look they gave me when they noticed a number of wine bottles in my basket, leading me to fill up the cart with other food items as I walked to the checkout, avoiding the cashier's glaze so she would have a conversation as well.
I remember why I decided to make my home in this place. It's the welcoming community that I used to like that has now become overbearing. I dashed into the driver's seat after rapidly loading all of the items into the vehicle.
I turned on the car's ignition but the car wouldn't start. I tried a couple of times to start it but nothing. I pounced on the driver's wheel out of frustration.
