Coma

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 P.O.V- It's 2041


BZZZZ! My body lurches into an arch from the millions of jolts of energy commanding it into position. I haltingly awaken to reveal several crimson lines of nerves compressed into my bleak white eyes, and the colors of the world slowly begin to emerge into existence. 


“Welcome back, Mr. Dorami,” a tall, sinewy man attempts a meek smile at me through the crinkles of his weary face. “You have been stuck in a trance, a coma, for the last 20 years, due to an accident you may not remember. The world has been drastically altered since then, so allow me to accommodate you into the new version of what you must now call home.” He cleared his voice with a hoarse cough, and began to shepherd my still dazed person out of the hospital dorm.


As faint memories shocked me like bullets to the skull and events I fathomed recollecting were bees buzzing around, too agile to be caught in my grasp and refusing to sit still, the warden shoved me into the broad daylight of what I was told was October 2041. After, with leaden steps, adjusting to the garage of sunlight, hoard of civilians, and jittery clangor of what I perceived to be a city like Manhattan, I peered around the perimeter and had my jaw hit the asphalt from derision.


A gargantuan wall of bronze metallic titanium-like material was bolstered to the ground and loomed high into the sky. It was pinned and layered, each separate veneer thicker in density and grander in scale than the last, gleaming with ire in the broad daylight sun. Or so I initially thought. As I squinted into the radiation of where the sun’s position would have been, I was acquainted by an attenuated film of glowing octagons shining back into my navy blue eyes. 


Has the sun really been kidnapped since I was last here? What else has changed? As these thoughts punished my negligence, I noticed more imperialistic segments of new civilization. Royal guards adorned by sleek black uniforms and separated by the hundreds bore some futuristic sort of lasers close to their chests, and were allocated around the walls I had noticed. What has happened here in the last 20 years? As I diverted my attention to the chaos of civilians I had deemed usual, I began to orient myself to the means of their disarray. There were numerous grizzly, bulky creatures wandering the domains of this area, drool splattering from their tongues like the Niagara Falls, and their fur gently caressing their contemptible faces.


As I was taking in the scene of wild creatures, armed soldiers, and a faux sun, a needle was discharged into my left shoulder blade from behind, delivering a shockwave of nerves into my already dazed membrane, and discombobulating me with such duress that I was knocked unconscious….


As I wake up from my second prolonged period of slumber, I find myself sinking into the cozy depths of a mattress. As I lumber out from this unusual location, I scratch the dandruff off my hair and peer out the windowsill nearby. The perspicuous tranquility setting outside reminds me of my last memory, that of peace and quiet, subtlety. As I rub the grit out of my pupils and contemplate my being, I begin to feel as if this alleged coma was nothing but a fictitious lie to ruin my sanity. As I return to hit the sack, I start to realize how abominable the fate of the future may seem, scratch the thought away, and fall dormant.

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