The Grey House

The Grey House

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Me, a horrific world, and my own dignity. If only it were something outside of safe housing, and my job running from one point to another to deliver life saving resources. Let me get this straight, the world, well what we know about it is falling apart at the seams. Riots against propaganda and tyranny, save housing foundations supporting different causes and picking poison with another plague. Not to mention human rights to artificial intelligent killing us all, I'm exaggerating, actually I am not. But, for once we have no tech, no government and nothing can be done about it. All I want is out of this little games between two tyrannies, but if I leave I'll have no where to go. Unless, I can get to the Grey House. We are all running away from something. Only if we thought of it as running to somewhere better, dystopia or not I'm on the outside looking in.
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