Dystopia
Chapter One
"Number J3553" rambles the speaker. I stand up, walk towards the sliding one-way glass doors. They open on command but, it slides open quickly. As I pace slowly downward the halways I hear the slight faint sound of the next "number". Thats what we are, at least to them. To them we are just tools, machines were their property. To some we are not, but to others they embrace this new "society". Today it is all drugs, sex, and muders and suicides. It's exactly how no one wanted it to become but because of it earth is gone and now the poor and elderly are stuck on a space station working and running out of air. Matter of time this space will be sucked away by the inside.
That is a little of chapter one of my book I'm writing! Let me know what you think.