I woke up with a gasp. It wasn't a nightmare, I never dream. Instead I had the uncanny feeling that something was wrong. I slowly took in my room, everything everywhere. I decided that there was no threat, then I looked at my watch. "Ah fuck I'm gonna be late." I still didn't get up. Instead I rolled onto my side and glance at my acran. An incredibly advanced version of what my Great Grandmum called a "cellphone" from about a century ago. "Nemain, Kanaada news." I state my name and query into my acran. My entire family starting with my Great Grandmum Aten little more than a century ago has been obsessed with the news. She was my teacher up until 2 years ago when she died, I miss and her funny quotes from people who never lived. I start to scroll through the news feed headlines vying for my eyes attention "Olympics to be postponed for the first time since the pandemic of 2020 due to mass flooding in Edmhontin", "Scientists mourning the loss of the last penguin" and "Blast from the past, what the world looked like in the 2060s, the decade after world war III." Suddenly a small article in the corner of my screen catches my eye, it's headline a subdued "215 bodies found in Camoups Kanaada, near reassimulation school building from the early 2060's." I suddenly had the overwhelming urge to punch a wall, I didn't for the sake of my fist punch the wall. Instead a looked at the clock and swore now I was really late.
YOU ARE READING
Narcissus
ActionNemain is angry, life sucks, over a thousand children missing since 2060 have been found, dead, and as usual the government is ignoring it. So she does the last thing that she can think of, starts a revolution
