I was greeted with a flood of smog and horrible smells. An enormous metropolis stood before me, colossal buildings spread out as far as the eye could see. The ground was made entirely of concrete; not a single blade of grass or greenery could be seen. People where crowded everywhere, wearing clothes stained black from the smog. Their faces looked half-drowned and pale, and what looked like peasants huddled in the streets, coughing black liquid and struggling to breath. Most of the noise came not from people talking, but from the heavy wheezing of everyone’s breathing.
Fog clouded my eyes; for a second I was blinded, and my eyes stung. Falling to the ground, I began a fit of wheezing and coughing, unable to open my eyes from the stinging. My nose was filled with the smell of smoke, giving me a grand headache.
My wrists collapsed on the cold concrete, and I struggled to open my eyes and get another glimpse of what was around me. Turning briskly around, I ran back to the hospital, trying to force the doors open, but it was no use; they were locked.
I slid down the wall, and sat on the concrete; my hands clutched my face, and I almost started crying.
Do I really have to face this horrible world whenever come outside? Do I really have to live like this? I should have died… I really should have died… It would have been more merciful….than….than….this.
I gasped, and my hands tugged at my chest.
Please… Just let me get out of here… Whoever made this world like it is now needs to die…. Do I really want to be an upperclassman of a place like this? What’s the point of living, when my world is already dead?
No…No… I can’t just give up like this….This fate of mine will be my only chance to be would I couldn’t when I was younger… Whatever happened in that dark room so long ago must have been terrible; and I must destroy the people who put me through that; I must destroy the people who created this ugly world… They all deserve to die….
What am I doing? I need to stop acting like the helpless child I must have been… I need to put an end to this world’s misery. And I have to start now.
Forcing my eyes open, and slowly lifting myself, I managed to brush the soot off myself before wondering aloud,
“Where’s the Computer?”
The doctor did say that he’d be my escort, so why isn’t he escorting me?
“Looking for someone?” I heard a voice inquire. It sounded uncannily familiar…
“The Computer?” I asked, looking around to see where the voice came from.
“No, please, just call me Computer, I insist.” He chuckled.
“Eh? Where are you?”
“Check your pockets.”
Reaching into my left pocket, I felt something metallic inside it. Taking it out, I found myself examining what looked like a portable phone. On the screen, The Computer’s face was displayed.
“Ta-da!” He congratulated. “I can’t believe it took you so long to realize I was watching you the whole time. It was hilarious!”
“Eh?! What… You…”
“Wow, I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone cry like that before… You must really hate our city, huh?”
My face turned red. “Me? Crying? Nah…I, uh… was just covering my face from the smog…”
The Computer chuckled. “Sure. Anyway, I’ve located an apartment for you in a wealthy district, so please, right this way,” the screen displaying the computer’s face depicted an arrow pointing North.
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Phobia
Science FictionAfter being captured, separated from his family, and eventually burned alive, Demetri Grey is taken in by an anymonous person to have his body rebuilt and his identity replaced. Although he is given a new name, face, and surroundings, the only thing...
