One fight, one breath, the end of the world is near destruction. Those whose stories will never be heard. Those suffer the consequences of servitude will be never-ending. Life of an alternate reality is beckoning.
The flesh of those who retaliate will molt to the very existence of humanity.
Resurrecting a new revelation of technological demons.
Gods eyes. The devil is everywhere. Tearing organic life into pieces.
Matter over the mind. The alternative.
This is a short story, explaining the new world. A world created by humans. A world where trees and grass cease to exist. A world where our breath is now an exposition of synthetic molecules and atoms.
A world of numbers and computer interface. What happened to lead to the dark world?
Hell made into the reality of our children.
The sound from the glistening resonance that once resonated from the once pure world, transformed into the binary impeccability of pipes and dripping tunnels.
Our world lightened up by atoms flowing through the tunnels above.
Light transformed into water, which then, carried through pipes into the cage which encapsulates us.
What is life? No purpose but to fight.
Coughing up blood I woke up alone. Concrete walls and a buzzing noise. This was all my senses could obtain.
Suddenly I heard a whisper.
“The light is above…”
Then my vision blurred bit by bit my vision blackened, I fell unconscious.
I woke up on a metal bed, hooked up to wires, stripped naked, and marked with Sharpie.
My mind was unable to transform my words into sound.
Trapped in two worlds. My conscious and my body.
“what is going on? Where am I?”
(Nothing escaped my lips.)
But, a voice answered.
“You are nowhere, you do not exist. No one does. Now sleep.”
The lights went out and never turned back on.
(So I thought).