Zone 33

Zone 33

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Life under prying digital eyes is like the little faint voice in your head. The one whispering the stove was left on. **** Minele has been living to die. What is there to live for? After the Global Ministry took over, humans seem bland. Every last one. The world is divided into zones. Race does not matter. Age is an afterthought. If u can talk, you can mine. That's all everyone does. Mine cryptocurrency for their zones in exchange for food and shelter. But something lays on the street in Zone 33. Minele wishes he walked away.
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A question came to me during a reset. A question that has started bleeding through my veins. A question I whisper over and over in my sleep. A question you think I am asking passively. But it stitches into me, coiling around my being. A question I keep asking because it doesn't make sense. All that is left of the world is a city. She is the only person left. She doesn't know what happened, where the people went, why there is no life. You are there. But who are you? What is she? What is she supposed to do when the world resets, and more and more of the city is demolished. She's running out of time. *Completed*

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