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Loss

Mystery / Thriller

ᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ɪs ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅɪᴇ | Corporate masterminds, an innocent evildoer, radiation, and AI. That's how my world will end, at least. (Credit to all artists for the artwork I'll be showcasing, none of it belongs to me.)

#dystopian #dytopia #futuristic

Memory SS1 - Prolouge

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by FrenchDove

by FrenchDove

ṗ̷̢̚͟͡le̮̦͉̤͙̋ͮͯ̎̇̐̒̈̃̕̚ą͕̹̪̅͌̀ͨ̌̽͘̕͠s̨̮̃̋ͮ̀͘͟e̹̺͖̲̬̙͖̋̆́̿ͯ́ͯͯ͐̓ͤ̎ͅ ̤͔̼͌w̨̛̙̝͎͔̖̤̉͐̽̏̽̀̅̒̄͋͘͞a̛̱̦͗̒k̮͔͓̍̌̄͋ͧͬ͌e͏̸̡̹̥̳̼̪͈̍ͫͧ͗ͪ͊̔ͫ͢͡ ̷̧͔͔͚̳̼͚͔̜ͬ͋ͬͪͦ͡͡ư̸̦̫̖͍ͥͤ̏͌́̋p͑̒̌ ̵̺͇̝̼̙ͧ́ͮ̀̏ͣͤ̿ȁ͢ṋ̱̘ͩḓ̲̼͚̫ ̧̺̱̻̞͛̃ͮ͟r͈̘̱͋ͩē̪̜͙̦̈ͥͯ̋ͪ̆̚͢m̯͖͙̞̙̣̜͓͆̽̂ͬ̇͐ͭ́̕͞͞e̵̛̥̅̿͘͡m̮̹̏̃̿͆͊b̧̙̯͖͈̩͉͉̱͊ͣ̽͆ͬͤ͋͂͑ͪë̶͙̜̞̓r̼͓̚ ̱̭ͯ͆ͧͣm̴̎e̷͕͏̠͉͍̐̊

I could hear the rain as it grew louder and louder, my mind wandering off to an earlier time. It was 2 AM, and I was awaiting the moment where they would take me, they said.

It was painful. They were going to tear me to pieces and stuff my body with wires in every nook and cranny their little greedy hands could get on, but I accepted it and looked out the window.

The damage had been done.

City streets were trashed with propaganda posters, stores infested with the most diseased ridden rats and cockroaches that, at any second, would bound to infect us with a gruesome plague. I wanted to scream, but waking up my parents in the middle of the night again would make me have to write my own suicide note.

My head is twisting and turning, what is this feeling? It feels like reality turned on the TV of life, and was focused on me for some reason. Me.

I couldn't stand it anymore. I immediately rush to my desk and grab the pushpin that lay in-between my toes.

The lock wouldn't budge. I tried countless times yet the lock wouldn't budge. Why would it just now decide to do this? Why? W̒hẏ? Wḧ͕͙́y̜?͌ W͙̭h̥̰̟ͯy̯ͣ?̻́͏̝ W̧̭̤̍ͬ͒̆̿͟h̴̹̙̟̅̊ͥ̕y̗̙̕?̇̆ WH̛Ỳ̦̔ͭ?̨͕̲͚̞ͬ̀̍̒ͯ͂̐̀̀̒!̸̞̤͇͉̞͓͉́ͪͩ͘͞

And then, the image of a blue screen appeared in front of me.

"Memory is low, reboot?"

. . .

I woke up.