Pewdie n' Friends

You wish you could hear all the voices that were calling your name, but the ones you wanted to hear oh so much were muted and censored to the point of no recognition. I live like this everyday, my mind censoring the things I want to know and want to hear, but it will just go out of the other ear; like it was never said. That's the reason why I'm here. After all, Life is seemingly like a kleptomaniac without their drugs to tell the the truth.

There was a sharp sound of an alarm sounding,
"Charging completed, Charging Completed..." My lids opened, slowly visualizing the room that was set around myself, as I felt the robotic material beginning to move inside of me, turning on for another day of what seemed to be hell.
I slowly swung myself out of my small yet fitting bed, staring at the ground as the two large black tendrils came out of the back of my neck, balancing myself the normal light headed feeling disappeared.
"Good morning, 0765." I heard from the top of the bullet proof windows, my eyes squinting into an icy glare-like state,
"Good morning, Skye." My lips spat in hatred, glare not faltering one bit at the long brown haired woman.

General Skye had been known for her many military duties, one of the only officers left in the whole community who refused to use a gun, rather wielding a large steel sword that she polished in every spare second she had. Skye also runs this facility, watching over the lab suited slaves of this industry, working on ways to mutate and create human beings into weapons of mass war, that or hybrid pets for other humans.

TBC...

It's a work in progress.