Chapter 22  A moment of silence filled Betts as she squatted a meter away from the slumped body of the affected citizen, a body with no sign of injury but shows distress to a degree one can only feel upon observation the further they look at the body. Eyes bloodshot and dry to a degree so fearful that you can only look at them in horror. Their mouths were dirtied by the saliva they foamed out and dust getting caught on the edges like a spoiled cup of milk.Feeling their level of desperate yearning for the connection they wanted after supposedly being affected by the incident, they continue to subjugate themselves in completely depreciating thoughts of despair that Betts felt is the reason why some of them fall into a coma. The heavy toll it takes on their will to resist that it becomes a crutch to the point of madness. Add to this is the horrific modification on one’s body during the process that it’s enough to scare their every b

At some point, he fell from the bosom of the silhouette. His arms flailed as his body was pulled down by the gravity of what constituted the ground. Meeting between two solids should've been painful at the height he fell from but all he was met was the never-ending fall.The moment his eyes opened, not showing his body jolting, he was welcomed by the still sleeping faces of his comrade. At least Dr. Munar was asleep and the rest of the escorts are wide awake and alert. A seat up front was Cristian and another escort, Akyl sat beside him while they stayed quiet for the whole ride back to C-city.The remaining time before they entered at least the outer vicinity will be at approximately thirty minutes. He couldn’t believe the company's work in responding to acquiring the second survivor camp, where they were screened and given time to contemplate and be sent to C-city. The current vehicles with them are the two escort jeepneys and that one pickup truck where the captured Primer is tied

Approximately three hours of more sleep was wasted while the Marsdtadts stayed in their room on the first floor of the Penthouse. Both Izobra and Zerkalo spent the time after waking from their long sleep with simple green tea, eggs, and ham, plus a dose of cherry jam on their toast. Pleased with the sleep they missed the previous day, they sent messages to their staff back at the office to continue their rounds on the families they needed to entertain for their “Raise for Reading” campaign. Part of the charity work Izobra organized along with several institutions in G-city that wanted to grant C-cities lack of access for their lower class.“Dear, don’t you think we should be going back home?” Zerkalo asked his wife that sat stock still as he watched her cut his toast into bite-size pieces. “I’m sure they can handle themselves with the information we left them with. Plus, they don’t need to know anything anymore. Ah, please salt my sunny a bit more.”Izobra salted her husband’s sunny s

Opening the metal doors in sector H level ten to let the maintenance team enter for the annual is the least appealing job Mirror was given by the current “one rule.” Surrounded by fumes and warmth amidst high-end air conditioning, every unit that towered Mirror exuded boring lights as it processed different kinds of programs and applications that monitored the entirety of the city. Just this whole floor that consisted of side-by-side black blocks of artificial intelligence computing every step necessary to the future of F-city, is a cesspool of non-living slaves.There was never a doubt Mirror considered every entity within these black blocks as individuals fit within their limits of robotic calculations for the actions they considered as important, but the human’s built this system to rely upon, like them as androids that should serve or must if permitted. Though, compared to Mirror’s existence with a fitting leeway for their act

No amount of embarrassment kids experience could be accounted for unless it’s concerning when people tease them about their love life. Historically, or by statistical quantity, there are more than a handful of children who would rather dismiss it by being disgusted and equal in the amount of those who would happily answer. There are those, of course, who truly think as seriously as when they collect trading cards that are rare in production.Between choosing which of Bernice was in that tier, she was a mix of dismissively disgusted to partially serious like a collector. She viewed asking this question as a benefit to her knowledge. On the scale of having faith in what she knew who her friends are, she would rather experience it to assess it herself, at least in accord to proof. What does she want to expect; regarding her acceptance to the confirmation that it came from her friends? Even if she didn’t wait for them to say it, they were honest enough to say it to he