Tag: dystopia
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After each round, while the contests are in the waiting rooms of the clinics, a classic break is taken during which the public is moved back into their working stations. But to not leave them empty handed, the management allows the streams to broadcast specials, collages, reels, scrutinized stories on each contestant and other topics…
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The first pair formed from a wounded clone that could barely stand on their own feet and an over 2 meter rusted-over robotic knight took a stance in the middle of a highlighted circle. The clopy coughed, being handled with ease by their guardian, as their shivering boss followed with great concern their every step.…
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“The dull sound coming from a windy cavern sends an eerie vibe to most people. It doesn’t matter if it’s heard on the spot or through a recording, the sensation of pressure on the ears, moving down to the rest of the body is otherworldly for many. Imagine that, then add in the faint sound…
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On another side of the Playground, a woman in a breathing mask stomped and stumbled around the new area, spewing cusses like a broken faucet. “ What the fuck, what the fuck?”, screamed Angie as she slipped on the mud near a puddle. “What the fuck is this green shit everywhere?! Why is it so…
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Somewhere in the far-future it rose before the dunes would bury it, and it still stands till today, the County: a not thriving, but at the very least ,surviving, settlement of humanity against the serene winds of rust, dust and particles, light breezes that seared the flesh of the largest elephant and pelted away a…
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The first thing Vivar did when the cube landed was to brush aside all the wide leaves of the vegetation that surrounded them and activate his scanners, radars and all gizmos that could pierce the dense foliage. The two managed to sneak in a strategy discussion on the dusty way there, before all the screens…
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Serviceman’s bullet flew higher and higher, parting the colored factory smoke while rapidly spinning towards a target clueless of what was coming its way. Once it reached the ceiling of the County’s current floor, it tore through the layers of metallic plates until it dug out the other side and a second later, through the…
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A week had gone by since they got to the facility, and besides a rough meeting with the director of the facility, a man with artificial black hair, slicked back and unnaturally shiny; an executive with trained, natural lungs and loud vocal cords, overused from his levitating armchair. Refuses, on some weird principle, to ever…
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The ride up was slow and silent, but not awkward, as how could someone ever trade the sense of glamour and emulation of nouveau riche to small talk? For most of them, this was the cleanest, emptiest, and shiniest lift they had ever taken in their life, and savored it while it lasted. Out of…