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Can We Go Back?

Its 2022, the planet population has dropped by 13 million life's that were affected by the Cirus, this virus has killed half of my country's people, mostly kids. Now all the kids have to serve for research, we have nothing left, no family and no friends, sometimes I ask myself "Can we go back to where we were free, happy and when we were kids?" You might don't know how to answer that... it's okay we are not staying here much longer.

Jesalycsam · Ficção Científica
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12 Chs

The Rising:

(Krishna narrating)

"Man... I hate the taste of blood. It makes me nauseous" said Beethoven spitting the blood in his mouth.

"If I were you I would not spit that blood" replied Pythagoras licking his upper lip.

"You are so gross!" I said looking away.

"We haven't received any water in 3 days", said Pythagoras looking at me with an eyebrow raised.

"And you will never receive again..." said the most annoying voice and the girl I hate the most, Beyoncé.

"Oh, look guys... I think I'm seeing a ghost, because you are dead to me" I replied looking at her.

"Then I'll haunt you every night and day... 1678," said Beyoncé while walking away.

"It's Krishna you idiot" I said.

"I hate her... she must pay for what she did to us, we should discover one of her most precious secret and expose it in front of everyone.", said Pythagoras looking away.

"Then you would be exactly like her, we should make her feel ignored for the rest of her life", said Beethoven sitting down.

"Oh, come on... Are you guys hearing yourselves? Instead of planning how to hurt Beyoncé, we should think about how to get out of here" I said trying to open the iron door.

"And how do you think we are doing that?" asked Pythagoras looking at me.

"Easy, we manipulate Beyoncé into thinking that we have forgiven her... Oh, wait isn't she aligned with Mr. Golden?" said Beethoven.

"Worst plan ever, we should act like we are sick, then they would pick us up and take us to the nurse, we break ourselves out of there and never trust anyone in our lives", I said sitting beside Beethoven.

"Oh, yeah let's walk through the front door and say goodbye to everyone giving them hugs and kisses", said Pythagoras with a sarcastic tone.

"Do you have a better idea?" I asked looking at him.

"We don't have a hand, it's a matter of time when they take us and give us a new hand, we are clones. What is the probability that they don't have new body parts to replace the old ones?" said Pythagoras.

"Ok, so we wait until we have another hand, and then what?" asked Beethoven.

"We are going to make everyone believe that we learned our lesson, that means doing everything right. No fights, eat your vegetables, go to sleep early and wake up the next morning to repeat everything again" said Pythagoras.

"And then what?" asked Beethoven.

"We find more people willing to escape so they serve us as a distraction and we can be free again" said Pythagoras.

"That's just awful, why can't we take them with us?" protested Beethoven.

"Do you have any idea how hard it would be to hide and make them follow our orders?" I replied.

"But we can't leave them... We would be doing the same thing we did to Beyoncé" answered Beethoven.

"Ok, we escape and then when we are more stronger we come rescue them" said Pythagoras.

"Great, that's what I'm talking about" said Beethoven.

"Are we really going to recue them?" I whispered into Pythagoras ear.

"No, but let's just let him believe that or else his conscience will be the death of us" whispered back Pythagoras.

"Ok, let's do this... I guess it's time that the world knows of "The Rising", let do this" I said standing up.