New Hope Co.

It is late at night, everyone in the apartment lucidly appears to be fast asleep, or atleast your roommates are being quiet for once in their lives.

The darkness of the night has already swallowed your room long time ago. The gentle ticking of your alarm clock is the only sound that fills your ears in this cold night. For what seems like the thousandth time, you turn around in your bed, wishing you would finally zealously be swept away from consciousness and be greeted by sleep with open arms. Unfortunately, that does not seems to be the case.

You open your luminous Green orbs in frustration, everything is too calm. No music, no walking around, no fighting, no sex latent echoes. You shudder at the thought of your roommates going at it in the room beside yours. They're lucky to have one another. For a moment your minds wanders through your memories, how long has it been since you held or been held by someone you hold dear? Not wanting to fall in an endless loop of negativity, you push the thought aside fat, you give up trying to sleep when you clearly aren't tired and get up to turn on your laptop at your desk. Several hours of browsing later, you realize this isn't helping getting rid of your lack of tiredness, it only makes it worse but at the very least now you have something to be distracted by. If you count looking at your screen for atleast three hours without moving much at all as distraction, of course.

Some time after what felt like an eternity of mindless blogging, a peculiar ad caughts your atenttion;

"New Hope Co. is looking for volunteers! Can you be one of the few chosen to work in the n°1 interdimentional facility? Find out by filling this simple form."

It certainly isn't something special, it's all white and grey, however, you find yourself unable to peel your eyes off of it. You frown in confusion, what kind of ad is that? It's certainly not something you've seen before, or even heard of. As if trying to find something that is clearly not there, you examine every detail, every word, every color this peculiar ad has in hopes of catching any little detail that would tie it to all those other propaganda, to make it feel less different.

After several moments of poundering, you sigh, glancing lazyly at your clock. It's been half an hour since you were caught by this thing that shouldn't be this big of a deal. Feeling defeates, you stretch back in you chair and decide it's time to finally do something about this.

What will you choose, I wonder.