I was always in a state of discomfort. I’m not exactly sure what it was about this thing that got to me, but I sure as hell have an idea. I’ve watched people die over this, and trust me when I say that it isn’t a pretty sight.
We, as in our generation, have marks branded onto our arms at birth. The burns are numbers counting down to the year, month, week, day, hour, minute, second and millisecond to the end of our lives. Cruel, isn’t it?
Honestly, it’s all a big mystery to me as to why anyone would want to know when they are going to die. It’s unnatural to me, to know how long I have left until I cease to exist. I cringe every time I have to look at the flashing lights of my countdown.
56:04:15:5:01:56:03
Those were the numbers imprinted …show more content…
Yes, it’s unexciting even with all the new technology. It’s all the same routine; Wake up, eat breakfast, go to work, eat lunch, take a nap, go out to dinner, then sleep. It’s a never-ending cycle, no changes in my life whatsoever.
Not counting this one.
I’m currently striding down the sidewalk of Third Avenue in a city you may know as Brooklyn. There are skyscrapers everywhere, and a bunch of people scattered across the street like some sort of parade. I can’t be bothered right now. I’m hungry and I want my usual order of a tuna sandwich and water, but somebody closed my favorite coffee store down for renovation. I now have to go to my second choice for food, which is a couple blocks more from where my apartment is located. I guess exercise is a good thing, but when it’s in the morning after a very long night. Well, I wouldn’t recommend it.
A ding sound resonates throughout MADISON’S BAKERY, one that somehow always manages to irritate me. As I, very reluctantly, trudge past the odd looks from the store’s daily customers, my old friend Jackson waves out to me from behind the bar. I slide in the stool in front of him.
“Grayson, my man! Where ya …show more content…
Well, something.
“Hey G! Did you hear about the new law?” This was news.
“What law?”
“About the pills.”
“What pills?” Was he on something?
“The Malgia Pills.”
“What are you on about Jeremy?”
Jeremy looked at us with a grave expression on his face. I lean forward to check if something is up.
“I’m guessing you haven’t heard of them,” Both Jackson and I simultaneously nod our heads at this.
“They’re some medication you have to take after you wake up from now on. Says they give you energy or some shit like that.”
“What do you mean?” I question. I don’t know what kind of insane thing our scientists are making up now.
“Here!” He slams a wrinkled, yet newly made newspaper onto the empty space of the counter.
Written in big, black, bold letters at the front page are words that give meaning to my friend’s babble.
MALGIA PILL MUST BE TAKEN IMMEDIATELY AFTER YOU WAKE UP. IT PROVIDES ENERGY TO FUEL YOU THROUGH THE DAY. AVAILABLE AT YOUR NEAREST PHARMACIST. ACTIONS WILL BE TAKEN IF INSTRUCTIONS NOT
We, as in our generation, have marks branded onto our arms at birth. The burns are numbers counting down to the year, month, week, day, hour, minute, second and millisecond to the end of our lives. Cruel, isn’t it?
Honestly, it’s all a big mystery to me as to why anyone would want to know when they are going to die. It’s unnatural to me, to know how long I have left until I cease to exist. I cringe every time I have to look at the flashing lights of my countdown.
56:04:15:5:01:56:03
Those were the numbers imprinted …show more content…
Yes, it’s unexciting even with all the new technology. It’s all the same routine; Wake up, eat breakfast, go to work, eat lunch, take a nap, go out to dinner, then sleep. It’s a never-ending cycle, no changes in my life whatsoever.
Not counting this one.
I’m currently striding down the sidewalk of Third Avenue in a city you may know as Brooklyn. There are skyscrapers everywhere, and a bunch of people scattered across the street like some sort of parade. I can’t be bothered right now. I’m hungry and I want my usual order of a tuna sandwich and water, but somebody closed my favorite coffee store down for renovation. I now have to go to my second choice for food, which is a couple blocks more from where my apartment is located. I guess exercise is a good thing, but when it’s in the morning after a very long night. Well, I wouldn’t recommend it.
A ding sound resonates throughout MADISON’S BAKERY, one that somehow always manages to irritate me. As I, very reluctantly, trudge past the odd looks from the store’s daily customers, my old friend Jackson waves out to me from behind the bar. I slide in the stool in front of him.
“Grayson, my man! Where ya …show more content…
Well, something.
“Hey G! Did you hear about the new law?” This was news.
“What law?”
“About the pills.”
“What pills?” Was he on something?
“The Malgia Pills.”
“What are you on about Jeremy?”
Jeremy looked at us with a grave expression on his face. I lean forward to check if something is up.
“I’m guessing you haven’t heard of them,” Both Jackson and I simultaneously nod our heads at this.
“They’re some medication you have to take after you wake up from now on. Says they give you energy or some shit like that.”
“What do you mean?” I question. I don’t know what kind of insane thing our scientists are making up now.
“Here!” He slams a wrinkled, yet newly made newspaper onto the empty space of the counter.
Written in big, black, bold letters at the front page are words that give meaning to my friend’s babble.
MALGIA PILL MUST BE TAKEN IMMEDIATELY AFTER YOU WAKE UP. IT PROVIDES ENERGY TO FUEL YOU THROUGH THE DAY. AVAILABLE AT YOUR NEAREST PHARMACIST. ACTIONS WILL BE TAKEN IF INSTRUCTIONS NOT