Miles Finlay
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Forest One
New York, the year is 2125, level 165 in central district. A sharp, stabbing headache accompanied a slow emergence into consciousness. The awareness of lasts night heavy drinking became painfully obvious with the first glimpse of an empty whiskey bottle in bed next to him. Slowly his eyes started to close with a flickering image of more pleasant dreams, sun kissed water arising in his mind. BEEEEEP BEEP! The mandatory 6am alarm can be heard across the 50-bedroom 1 flat complex and the stacked up adjoining complexes. His fellow government computer coders are all risen by the government call to work as it were. The rooms technological operating system is activated with an artificial sun rising over the large windows of which only grey toxic smog can be seen. Coffee is vended up through a hole in the bedside table, alongside the post, the day’s work briefing and some cigarettes.
By Miles Finlay3 years ago in Futurism
Forest One
New York, the year is 2125, level 165 in central district. A sharp, stabbing headache accompanied a slow emergence into consciousness. The awareness of lasts night heavy drinking became painfully obvious with the first glimpse of an empty whiskey bottle in bed next to him. Slowly his eyes started to close with a flickering image of more pleasant dreams, sun kissed water arising in his mind. BEEEEEP BEEP! The mandatory 6am alarm can be heard across the 50-bedroom 1 flat complex and the stacked up adjoining complexes. His fellow government computer coders are all risen by the government call to work as it were. The rooms technological operating system is activated with an artificial sun rising over the large windows of which only grey toxic smog can be seen. Coffee is vended up, alongside the post, the day’s work briefing and some cigarettes.
By Miles Finlay3 years ago in Fiction