Dystopian AF
You wake up in your house. A house. But there’s only a few rooms. An apartment? It resembles something like an apartment that used to be….decorated in clean lines, bright colors, slogans on the walls. It’s stocked with things you need for the next month…year…? You have a vague memory of your old life. The struggle. The constant fight for survival.
But this, this is a memory that you are not sure is yours. The apartment, the appliances, the electronics…you are remembering a collective culture. This is how people used to live, but that was in the before time. Suddenly, the screen in the living area lights up. It’s talking to you. PEOPLE are talking to you. Through a chat. You can’t see them, but you are told they are there. They could be in the rooms next to you, they can be across the country. They could be in a different dimension of time.
The noises and the light slowly bring back your memory of the last few months. You were in prison. You were put there by unjust laws in a world that was already hell. This could be better. You have food. Space. A shower with several water pressure settings.
On the screen, you are invited to chat. You reach out to the others, but you realize what you are meant to do. This is another type of a fight for survival. For likability. To be an influencer. You’ve traded one prison for another. If you don’t play the game, you are eliminated. Being disliked is worse than death.
You are a contestant on The Circle.
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