No Signal

Chapter 1

Cold. All I feel is cold. Chilling winds howl through the night. My body rests in a filthy alley-way as all I have to keep me warm is my black leather jacket that barely fits me.
Cars ride past not knowing a starving teenager sitting alone once again on a gloomy night.

I look up at the stars and my dark hair lays back and rests against the hard brick wall. I see stars of all shapes and sizes. Brightening and dimming. Ever so slightly twinkling. Like a cheap television show for the poor. I roll over to my side and I see a blinding, colourful light. It read 'Happy New Year, Detroit! 2068 is our year!'. Such a cliché thing to say "Our year". I feel like a lot of people say that.

I turned over so I would be able to at least break my record of 10 minutes of sleep. I felt movement under my right arm that lay outwards towards some trash bags that cushion me from the hard, dirty floor.
I pushed myself up with the little strength I had and I revealed a disgusting rat. It screeched violently. "AH!" I screamed. I grabbed my leather jacket and ran out of the dark alley. "No sleep for me tonight, I guess." I mumbled to myself.

Androids walked on the footpath. Some holding packages for their owners, some may be walking home. Androids freak me out. I don't know what it is about them they just give me chills.

I kept walking and walking the winding roads that is Detroit. I end up quite far from the bustling city and end up somewhere dark and peaceful. I find a small shack with a dim light inside. I decide to knock on the door just in case someone may be lucky enough to live that shit-hole. I walk up and lightly tap my knuckles on the rusting door. As soon as I finish my final knock on the rickety door. It lightly drew open, revealing a very old bed with what seems to be an envelop on top. My curiosity grew stronger. I had to know what was in the envelope.

I lay back against the hard wall and open the wax sealed envelope to reveal a letter, written with ink. It seems old but I can't quite tell as the paper seems pretty new. I unfold the letter and all it says is repetitively "MC MC MC" over and over again in scratchy letters. What does MC even stand for? What does it mean? Who write this? Why is it here? I have so many questions. But, I manage to rest my head with all it's curiosity flowing and managed to, in fact, get more than 10 minutes of sleep. It was amazing.