A New World

Uhh.. Only Chapter In This Entire Thing Cuz Yeh-

Scenes of my childhood memories rushed around me, and I smiled contently as I saw each one. One memory was on my little sisters' birthday, when she had accidently slept in because of all the excitement that had gotten to her.

Another was when I was younger; my friends and I chased each other around in the playground as kids. I watched as each memory passed by, until an unsettling feeling washed over me. I felt paralysed from my spot, as the realistic images of my friends and family drifted away. Reaching out, I tried to call them back, but was unsuccessful.

I awoke to bright, blinding lights, making me groan in discomfort and disapproval. My brows furrowed in confusion, my eyes still tightly shut. Murmuring voices increased in volume until I was almost positive my ears were bleeding.

When I grew conscience of my surroundings again, I was in a plastic chair, in a plain white room, a plain white desk between an plain white, empty chair and I. After moments of silence, the door opened, revealing a man in a plain white lab coat.

"Hello. I'm Doctor Carlson. You must be Alex Grey, correct?" He asked me. I nodded, silent. "I'll make this simple. I want you to go to the future." He stated bluntly. I stared at him in shock and confusion.

"What? No thanks, I'm fine right in this time." I quickly denied without giving it much thought, 'time-travel? Impossible.' I laugh at the thought absentmindedly.

"But you don't have a choice in the matter." He leans forward, an unsettling smile plastered on his face.

"I'm not going to the future, and that's final." I scowl crosses my face, but my protests fell deaf to his ears. I notice my body feeling heavier, and quickly tiring for some odd reason. I manage out what sounded like a choke to my ears, before my world fell into darkness.

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A young man awoke to the harsh sunlight, groaning as he covered his eyes, shielding them from the harsh sunlight.

"Where am I?" He asks aloud, sitting upright.

"On Earth."

The man swiveled around to see a female around his age. She had wild red hair, ebony coloured eyes with a hint of blue and silver. Her skin was unnaturally pale, despite the searing heat the sun gave off. He made a mental note of the glowing white weapon in her hand that she held tightly, as if on guard and distrustful of him.

"How did I get here?" He asked, quickly scanning his surroundings. There was sand, debris, and smoke everywhere.

"This is New York."

"Uh-huh." Alex looked around once more, taking in more detail, like the faint outline of a bridge, and some vehicles. "Sure doesn't look like it." He looked back at her, "who are you?"

She sighs, muttering something that sounded like, "dear god..." before answering, "Amrada Gold. You?"

"Alex Grey. And, um, can you put the weapon away?" He asks nervously.

"Why? Scared?" She asked.

"Very, actually." He mutters under his breath.

"Ha ha." Amrada laughed dryly, rolling her eyes as she put the weapon away.

"Anyway, what even happened here?" Amrada paused momentarily at his question, her eyes darting to him with a flicker of surprise, "you don't know?" She asked, sounding confused. At the hesitant shake of his head, she sighed and looked around, "let's go somewhere private."

Amrada took out a small box, and pressed the only button on it. There was a soft buzzing noise soon after, and a hole in the ground appeared, despite the sand covered ground.

"Well, are you coming?" Amrada asked as she entered the entrance, snapping Alex out of his daze.

"This place, the world- Earth, whatever, was taken over by robots thanks to some scientists. However, the robots started to decrease in numbers only recently, around a couple of years ago." Amrada started, "but even before they started decreasing, the resources need for survival had lessened, not enough for all the beings in the world, so the human population also decreased in numbers. Earth is polluted and wrecked. Humans will soon die off, making Robots be the last ones to walk this earth. Unless you're a lucky person who managed to get to neighbouring planets." Amrada finished skipping a couple of steps on her way down.

"What years is it?" Alex asked, after a few moments of silent walking.

"2487, I think. No one really keeps count these days." Amrada informed him.

Alex stopped, before catching up again, "so the world is destroyed with pollution, humans will die off soon, robots will be the last thing to exist, and this year is probably 2487..." Alex said incredulously, "last I heard, the world was kinda fine, and it was 2120." Amrada frowned.

"Well damn. What do you remember last?" The female asked as they entered a dark room. She switched the single dim light on.

Alex paused, "I was in a white room, and there was a man named Doctor Carlson behind a plain table. I think I was in a chair? And I'm pretty sure there was virtually nothing else there besides a door." Alex slowly let out.

"Did you say Doctor Carlson?" Amrada asked, sitting down on the floor, leaning against a wall.

"Yeah, why?"

"Well then, looks like you aren't going back to wherever you came from anytime soon." Amrada mutters under her breath.

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I replayed Amrada's words that echoed through my mind like a broken recorder.

"Well then, looks like you aren't going back to wherever you came from anytime soon." Amrada mutters under her breath.

"What? Why?" I demand.

I shift my position on the rough, sandy surface of the hard floor, furrowing my eyebrows as I tried to gain a comfortable sleeping position.

"The Carlson's are known for their thirst of knowledge, going as far as to experiment with lives, whether or not it results to a loss or not. If you try to confront them, then you'll die before even walking into their building. It could just so happen that you landed in this timeline by accident," she informs me, crossing her arms.

"So basically I was their test subject?"

"Most probably, yes."

I gave up on the idea, and stood up, softly tapping my feet on the ground as I walk to her, and make a soft, 'thump' as I sit. Might as well just make use of this time.

There was silence for what seemed a long time, before I broke it, "did you really mean what you said?" I ask. She glances looks at me. She doesn't say anything, she doesn't have to. The look on her face was enough to tell me everything. She wasn't lying.

I laugh breezily.

Oh well, there's nothing I can do....

I guess I'm just gonna die here.

A/N time!

Thank you for reading the very short story!

This has been edited, and slightly changed (in terms of grammer and sentence structure), so yay, you don't have to cringe at the writing I somehow produced... Granted, this is being rewritten on my phone, and as only a few will know (until now) it is extremely hard to type properly on it, so please excuse any grammatical mistakes (feel free to point 'em out, but I'll probably be too lazy to edit it).