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I'm scared.

There has been a large influx of people being deleted recently. I'm currently hiding in the attic of my house, huddled into a tight ball. There are less than 150 of us left.

Such a small number could be deleted in a few small weeks. It scares me to think about it.

In three weeks, I won't exist anymore.

I don't want to be deleted. I never have, not really. I hate the idea of disappearing off the face of the Earth. Actually, we might not even be on Earth right now. It's possible. Nothing here looks the same. There are strange plants and strange animals.

Well, I have to get to 'work'. Despite my fear, I can't just hide away. They have ways to track us, and those who don't 'work' are deleted. They've made it so much harder recently. I don't know how much more of it I can take. I feel exhausted every night and I can hardly stay awake during dinner.

I don't get why they have us doing this. It's quite different from what they originally had us doing in the beginning. It's all so mystical, yet confusing.

We all rotate jobs. Some stay on certain jobs longer than others and have shorter shifts on the leftover jobs. I've been on the same job for two months, it's the longest shift I've ever had. I only wish it were for a different job.

Actually, the job rotation isn't the only thing worrying me. Usually, worker distribution is equal among the different jobs. However, recently certain jobs are getting a lot more people. Especially my job. It worries me. The jobs that are getting cut down make me suspicious that they are going to finish wiping us out soon.

It's really frightening.

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