Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding
That was the 7th bell. Time to wake up.
I opened my eyes and sat up to stare at my beige room. Beige walls, floor, ceiling, bed, sheets, and beige door.
If you haven't noticed, color was not very popular in Cosima.
I got up and changed out of my sleeping garments (gray pants and gray t-shirt) into my work uniform (gray overalls).
I walked downstairs to see my parents gone. They had to wake up at the 6th bell, so I didn't get to see them in the morning.
I work in the washing department, so I basically wash clothes all day.
Ding
I walk out our beige door after putting my beige boots on. I walked to the nutrition center and sat in my assigned seat at the mess hall.
The gray chair squeaked against my weight as I sat. Schllop was my least favorite thing ever. It caused me nightmares as a kid (it still does). Schllop had a soggy styrofoam texture, but it had no "flavor". It was gray and it smelled of dead fish, but it had all the nutritional values we would ever need.
As I was about to eat, a wet, sticky substance lands in my hair. I look up to see another cosim.
"I'm so sorry about that. Here," He hands me a towel.
"It's okay..." I look to his overalls, "...1906".
I wipe the grossness from my hair as he starts talking again, "Do you work in the washing department?"
"How did you know that?" I ask dumbfounded. I've never seen him before in my life.
"Oh! I-Um..I'm new to this colony."
"Okay...." There was something suspicious about him.
"You're supposed to show me around." he hands me a piece of paper with instructions for him to look for me.
Ding Ding
"Well, it's time for work."
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Ugh. Had to write this chapter TWICE because my laptop ran out of battery. UGHHHH.
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Inhabitant
Genç KurguInhabitant #1908 has lived on Cosima for her whole life. On Cosima, everybody follows the code of conduct and everybody is the same. The same faded gray overalls, the same beige boots, the same routine , the same haircut, and the same food everyday...
