11th August 2017

Future Dystopia – Divide

A piercing white light hit my eyes as they flicked open, welcomed by a white blanc room. A long dull drone echos out from the fan in the corner that brings me to true consciousness. I was slunk upon a cold metallic chair sat in the centre of the room, Its crude frame digging into my back. I jolted in attempt to change my uncomfortable position but my hands and feet were firmly buckled to the arms and footrest of the chair. The room possessed a bitter medicinal smell that stung my throat every time I inhaled.

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