My Short Stories

Skyline City

After all, you were right. All things die. The only questions are when, where, and if you're the one responsible. You always struck me as odd, insane even. You always used to brawl about the utter studpidity of the humankind. And to be fair, you weren't even wrong. I mean, look at us now. Here in Skyline City, a gorgeous husk of a town where the concrete is just as hard and cold as the folks who dare to call it their home, the apocalypse doesn't seem to be too far away. Nobody would ever bring it up, yet things deteriorated after gangs took over a major part of our "precious town". While AI technology advanced, the androids managed to escape. Now, you really can't tell whether they're human or not anymore. You'd need cops to track them all down, but the boys in blue have long since left the streets. Too feeble to stand up to the gangs that control everything now. That control me now.
We spent all of our lives here, yet I can't seem to recognise this shithole of a city at all. It is not worth trying to change anything because everything has changed. This is the end, isn't it? It is time to accept our fate. The past is regret, but after all, it's our fault.
People who consider this to be their way of life baffle me. Rather than calling this town my home, I'd prefer to end it all. Sure, I do have an apartment in the ass end of downtown, but there's nothing left worth living for. Home sweet home, my ass. A few of my deals went sour and now those gangs want my head on a platter. There is no one who could help me, so seeking refuge is off the table. I don't need help. You know, it's my fault too. I just need to survive like this now. I'm moving from place to place, I need faster connections. I'm running for my life.
I've got no cash, no family and no possessions anywhere. They're coming for me, and I'm defeated.
All things die. The only questions are when, where, and if you're the one responsible.