19 Nov 2017
My eyes flew open. A white light shone into my eyes, blinding me. I felt panic building up inside of me. I couldn’t see anything.
Then suddenly my vision cleared. I was on an operating table. Around me were vaguely humanoid shapes. The first thing I noticed is that they are blue. The second is that they don’t have mouths, but have slits that look much like gills on the sides of their heads. Their heads are also oddly shaped, as though someone had put them in a vice and squeezed them tight. They had four eyes, two on each side of their head.
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18 Nov 2017
PART ONE:
I yawned hugely. It was way too early to be awake. I stood on the platform waiting for my train. I had my headphones on, but they weren’t plugged in. I wasn’t in the mood for music, not this early. I did it because I didn’t really feel like interacting with anyone. I guess I’m just charming that way.
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17 Nov 2017
PART ONE:
Everyone plays the Game. When I say that, I mean literally everyone – mums, grandpas, annoying little sisters. Heck, I’m sure my cat would play if it was implanted. It’s been going on for as long as I can remember. In fact, there was never a time when I wasn’t implanted. These days, they stick it into you when you’re a baby. When you’re all small and wet and wriggling, freshly come into the world, a nurse comes and injects you with it. The Implant. It’s a small thing. If I reach my hand behind my neck and press in the middle, just below my hairline, I can feel it. The lump is about the size of a mosquito bite. It’s hard and firm. Through the Implant, you are hooked into the system at all times, which also lets you into the Game. It helps with a lot of other things too. Humans are supposed to be smarter with the Implant. I wouldn’t know, I’ve never been without it.
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