"Your kind? Why am I in jail, anyway?"
"Simple. Possession of illegal, class A narcotics. Civilization has
descended into chaos. There is too much disinformation, fueling
resentment. We need to regain control. We need sober and industrious
people."
His eyes darted across the room.
"Now see that guard over there?" He motioned.
A man in black pointed his gun at you.
"Do as he says."
You remembered where you were: America, circa 2025.
(PHEW! WHAT. A. GAME!)
FIN
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