They told us to go to our assigned house, with our assigned number, and to go to our assigned jobs. They pushed us in, and will never let us out...
Milo Reaney, along with 2,299 other Seniors are the last generation alive. They have been trained for...
"Hello and welcome to the Master Dome. You are here to save the world, in all honesty. You will see that each of you are given a key card, that key card is yours only, how you get to work to your home, which is assigned. You will also receive a number, your new identity number and also your house number. Thank you, and welcome to the Master Dome."
That plays about one thousand times as the stampede of students my age come in. I am handed my number and key by an older woman, I can tell she envies me. I am safe and unfortunately she is not.
"Your number, um, Milo."
"Thanks", I mumble.
1482 is my number which of course is far away from here, where every house is marked with single digits. I grab myself one of the millions of bikes for taking and ride off.
I ride past the long twisting road, 20, 198, 773, 1120, 1399.
My house is just down that stone road, green little thing with a black roof.
As I slip my key in, I see that it is already furnished. I notice it has only one bathroom, and two bedrooms. A dark blue colored wall in one, an ivory color in the next. I settle for the blue. Inside I see they have a weird closet. Almost like a machine with a glass door. I tap the screen
Gender__
Size__ What would you like Dress[] Shirt[] Skirt[] Pant[] Jacket[]
Color_____________________________
Once I fill that out, it drops dark blue jeans, a gray t-shirt, and a leather jacket. I quickly put it on and then head outside to explore.
I pass my mailbox, mailbox? I open the lid,
Welcome To The Master Dome! Your Job Is Bike Repair, Report To Building 22.
Perfect, simply perfect. I have no experience, and I'm going to die. Woo!
Oh well, I go back inside and look inside the large cabinet, pre-stocked with food, everything fresh. I look out the kitchen window and realized that I have a garden in the backyard. Apple trees, mango trees, chickens, I am not kidding. This is going to be okay.
This is Milo's house
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And this is what it looks like inside
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