She'd only given in because she was lonely...

Fun With Prompts 003

The following is a warm-up writing based on the provided prompt: More and more people were refusing to obey the laws of the land.

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She'd only given in because she was lonely. Still, it didn't quell the feeling inside that she could have done more, been more. No, it only made her feel that she was going to continue to fall down the very terrifying path of giving of herself until she bleeds herself dry. It wasn't enough that she was always the shoulder for everyone to cry on. As of late, she had increasingly noticed her obsession with "good works" and often felt that it was a pathetic attempt at making up for the awful childhood she survived.

However, many nights she laid in bed, unable to fall asleep, and still feeling like a shell. She wondered if everything really was just a simulation, and that maybe by some computer glitch, she never got a full upload. She hoped that one day, the much-needed reboot would occur, and she would finally be able to get some real rest. Even better, maybe at some point in her life, she would feel like something that she did mattered.

Regardless, here she sat, alone once again just like any other normal day. At least, she thought she was alone. There was this nagging feeling lately of being watched, but she had simply chalked it up to her own paranoia. She also dreamed of flashing lights and the whirs of overheating technology. She snapped out of her thoughts long enough to turn around and look in the doorway…was that a foot?

Whatever it was disappeared in a flash. She got up and ran at the doorway, peering out and into the hall. She knew she saw…something. She walked outside and looked around, finding it a bit maddening that she could feel herself descending into the depths of her mental state. 

Just then, everything flickered. 

Flickered? She thought. She was sure of it, everything seemed a bit disjointed and dimmer. A loud humming began to shatter through the air and she looked up in time to see the buildings fading from the very top. Everything looked as if it were being deleted, the business signs, the cars, the road, it was all closing in on her. She spun around 

“PLEASE, NO!” She cried out as she covered her face.

Then, there was silence. She was terrified, in a crunched position on the ground now. Finally, she opened her eyes. There was nothing. Everything around her was pitch black, except for a small light that illuminated under her feet.

A loud ringing pierced the air as if a microphone had turned on too close to a set of speakers.

“Simulation ended. Subject uncooperative,” A robotic voice spoke into the atmosphere.