She checked on River the next morning.
"Do you know who I am? Do you know where we are?"
He looked different. The terror that was so prevalent the day before was gone, displaced a look more like anxiety and mistrust. She took it as progress.
A train car rumbled along a set of steel tracks. The passengers jostled about, most of them with blank stares, unaware of the passing tropical scenery. A woman with thick glasses and brown, wavy hair stood among them, sobbing. What's going on? How could this be happening to me? I don't understand!
After some twenty minutes, the train stopped, and the doors opened. The woman's expression changed from fear to one of complete terror as the following words played in her head.
When the train car doors open, run like hell!
She did just that.
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Island of the Unemployed
Bilim KurguThe world is dominated by a single corporate entity. The human race is enslaved in a tightly monitored and controlled environment, with no reasonable expectation for redemption from the situation. Fortunately, redemption comes in many shapes and siz...
