a long forgotten humanity.

I was planning on submiting ma own story for CHYOA 10th anniversary contest, but ended not to cause I realized. or so I say/write. anyways, here it is.

sounds of fists smash into a face is heard. over, and.. over again. at a pace, not stopping for. a. single, second; ironic, those dead had more meaning than those living.. truly, ironic. *smash.. smash.. sma-*

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it's nighttime, rain is always heard at night, except it's not rain, it's the drones surveilling. what makes them special though is the minds that came up with the thought of surrounding the city with them, and its constant audio of rain calmly falling. at day however, blinding spotlights are used. all for what though?

resting Alestia's arms on a open window of her apartment, blowing out a cig

final draft probz b all diff but the basic idea was in the future where humanity may or may not have died off, because their whole bodies are seemingly robotic, even their brains, but they don't know that, only the readers do. and blah blah blah, action, and something bout government. haven't gone too in-depth into it besides all that ig. basically having a clear contrast between in & out of story knowledge, and whatever.