Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-35911608-20190530141440

“You sure they can’t hear us here?” “I’m positive. My uncle owns this place, and he’s had it for years. Long before they installed the Viewers.” “How the hell did he manage to not have the Guides crack down on him?” “Antique store. He claimed the equipment would damage the merchandise somehow, so they had to install everything just outside of the store,” Randy explained, taking a seat in an old chair against the wall. “Now we can plan our course of action.” “Are you absolutely certain?” Veronica asked, her voice almost softer than a whisper. Her head swiveled around anxiously, trying to find any trace of a Viewer or Listener in the vicinity. “I really don’t need a trip to the Department of Correction.” “Would you relax? Look, that old man has been preparing for a revolt, everyone down in this sector has. They know the Guides can’t keep a hold of everyone forever, especially when they allow these lower class folk so much freedom here. It’s a whole new world from Good Town.” Veronica rubbed her shoulder, then sighed and leaned against an empty old bookshelf. Dust danced off the levels as she bumped it. “They’ll win that fight again. Just like last week.” “But that’s what you’re not noticing, V! ‘Last week’. You go back to this time last year and tell me how many riots were occurring, hmm? Not one. Nada. Zip. Then Louis made that speech and-“ “And convinced the lowers to begin planning, yeah yeah, I know. Which then prompted a few stupid groups to attack the freaking Department building itself, and increase security in all sectors of the city.” “Which people took as a sign of fear. They’re scared, V. They know that if everyone turned against them, they’d lose, hands down. Their twisted little game is coming to a close.” “So you’re saying the increase in riots is a sign that people are smartening up?” Randy leaned forward in his chair. “Don’t you feel it in the air? Don’t you hear the whispers that slip out of alleyways and bars? The boiling rage being carried on the wind, in every crowd, in every home? Everyone is ready to explode.” “And when everyone explodes, who will be left to relish in that new world, huh? Not the rebels, that much is true! They will capture as many of you as they can, and drag you down into that deep prison forever unless you bend back into shape. And those that get away will be hunted down shortly after. This is insanity, Randall.” “Veronica... Please.” He gripped her hand and squeezed it tight, trying to comfort her. “I promise, I won’t let anything happen to you.” The girl bit her lip before sighing. “You promise?” “Yes. I do. I promise to keep you safe, and I promise to end this nightmare. The Guides will fall soon enough.” I lowered the volume on my console for a moment and searched for their records in the city database. Pressing my hand to my headset, I spoke. “I’d like to set Appointments for Citizens 08951 and 09017 at the Department of Correction, please.”

''Note: just another little something I whipped up. I will probably expand a little more on the world and make the conversation feel more risky in a second draft. Just posting this starter to see how people like it.'' 