Christine Voss
Joined November 2021
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Uncaged femme
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Crimson Water
"Open your eyes Cyan!" I say this to myself every morning. Well, I'm not sure it is morning, but I say it when I become aware of the need to move. The air is bright and the light is faint. The hum and crackle of the grid remind me that I am a prisoner. I look around to see the soft gentle stream running by my pod, still outside my dome. There are dozens of domes around mine. Each one appears to be identical to the last. Everything in this grid is too perfectly placed. I feel a sinking in my chest and my eyes begin to water. I wipe my face and sit up.
By Christine Voss2 years ago in Futurism