I breathed harder and faster with every fraught step I take. Run, run faster is the only thought that’s going through my brain. I have broken so many laws, making me the most wanted person in Pangea. It’s 2070 and the rest of the world is covered in water. The government is desperate on making more space on this 1 continent of land that is a barrier between the human race and the never ending sea. Everything was destroyed 10 years ago from the suffocating choke that the ocean’s hands pressed against the dry land. I ran quickly into my 400 square feet glass apartment, hopped onto my titanium hover board, and flew up to my apartment. 5 minutes. I knew that I had to get the micro-cam out of my eye; I need a doctor. 3 minutes. I turned the power
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Brogan asked quietly. His voice circled me as if he was a vulture inspecting his food.
“I need your help to get the micro-cam out of my eye,” I pleaded.
“Alright, Lyn, you win. Come with me.” I felt a hand on my wrist and it guided me through the cave until a sudden stop. I heard the doctor grunt as a loud metal thump slammed onto the floor making the floor vibrate and suddenly a window of light shined against our faces.
“Come.” The Doctor said leading me to a small flight of stairs that fell through the metal ground. We walked down the spiral of ice that led to a room with an operation table that had a jellyfish-like robot with 10 arms carrying different knives and types of equipment. The doctor gestured me to lay on the table and I did what I was told. The doctor walked over, holding the venomous serpent by the head, pushing its venom into my skin to travel through my veins.
“T-the anesthesia should work after a few minutes, but t-tell me why you broke the law of getting pregnant.” The doctor stuttered while setting up his robot, sweat dripping down his …show more content…
Since I was going to die I always wondered what would happen if I didn’t take the pills the government gave us every morning. Once I stopped taking it, it gave me something that completed me to be...human. It prevents our minds from falling into a world of color, which no man and woman can describe, for it is emotions. That pill is the only reason why the human race is okay to execute the sick, the disabled, the old, or the norms. When the government executes lives, it 's not helping our survival in a moral way, it’s not god. The government is the living flesh of the Grim Reaper, it does not create life, it controls it. It decides who is going to live or who is going to die. I don’t want to be controlled as if I’m a parrot in a cage, I want to be free and I want to create life.” Soon my eyes felt as if I was about to drown into a world of imagination, but then something occurred to
Brogan asked quietly. His voice circled me as if he was a vulture inspecting his food.
“I need your help to get the micro-cam out of my eye,” I pleaded.
“Alright, Lyn, you win. Come with me.” I felt a hand on my wrist and it guided me through the cave until a sudden stop. I heard the doctor grunt as a loud metal thump slammed onto the floor making the floor vibrate and suddenly a window of light shined against our faces.
“Come.” The Doctor said leading me to a small flight of stairs that fell through the metal ground. We walked down the spiral of ice that led to a room with an operation table that had a jellyfish-like robot with 10 arms carrying different knives and types of equipment. The doctor gestured me to lay on the table and I did what I was told. The doctor walked over, holding the venomous serpent by the head, pushing its venom into my skin to travel through my veins.
“T-the anesthesia should work after a few minutes, but t-tell me why you broke the law of getting pregnant.” The doctor stuttered while setting up his robot, sweat dripping down his …show more content…
Since I was going to die I always wondered what would happen if I didn’t take the pills the government gave us every morning. Once I stopped taking it, it gave me something that completed me to be...human. It prevents our minds from falling into a world of color, which no man and woman can describe, for it is emotions. That pill is the only reason why the human race is okay to execute the sick, the disabled, the old, or the norms. When the government executes lives, it 's not helping our survival in a moral way, it’s not god. The government is the living flesh of the Grim Reaper, it does not create life, it controls it. It decides who is going to live or who is going to die. I don’t want to be controlled as if I’m a parrot in a cage, I want to be free and I want to create life.” Soon my eyes felt as if I was about to drown into a world of imagination, but then something occurred to