Signal Lost

Episode One : 2089

Can you hear me?

I don't know if this microphone works but... I hope it does.

The silence has been getting to me these past few days so when I found this voice recorder, I decided I would leave a part of me here. In these files. I know... my voice might just stay here forever in this voice recorder, but maybe someone might find it... maybe - hopefully – I won't just cease existing once the last person forgets me.

But who am I?

You, whoever you are, can call me Rheese.

Let me be your storyteller.

I grew up in these parts of the suburbs, the parts furthest away from Inner City. Those from Inner City should've seen it coming. The riots and unrest, it was hell to live through – but the aftermath has been so much worse. Of course, that'll all be in your history books by now...

It's 2089, one of the bleakest years all century. The only light I seem to see is the one from my pad. Its light feels more natural than sunlight to me, and more comforting too. Sunlight means a new day in which tragedy can take place; augmented light means you don't have to let go of what once was.

I miss it... them...

I'm going to do my best to conserve battery for this, so I guess I'll... end it here?

Yeah...

I really hope you could hear me alright...

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