I sat alone in the dimmly lit bar, sipping a glass of orange liquid and smoking my last cigarette.
What in the hell would happen next?
Well. I found myself overcome with anger. My life. My brain.
We snapped.
I couldnt write.
Ordin had been so long ago. Everythimg in between was... fuck. A blur. How things got this crazy.
I think, after I managed to escape my... ahem. Previous endevor, I found myself here.
To my next destination.
Station F8P8 H.C.H.E
Of course standing for the humanity center of human enterprice.
Located 12 light years away from Earth.
OH. the mean grinder. Ugh. Memories of that haunt me.
Underground this station was a... favela.. if you can call it that even.
Poor workers lived here. This is where I met Jane for the first time.
Oh yea. Jane hasnt come up at all yet huh? Oh well she was a friend, too bad she wont come up again.
....
Dead.
Shes gone.
Staion F8 had shown me the lowpoints of humanity.
YOU ARE READING
letters assembled.
RandomLife is a journey, One filled with more questions than answers. So whats a meaningless creature like ourself have to gain from it? *This is A story smd.
