...and your neighbor greets you warmly:
"Good morning Comrade! Are you feeling any better? That was quite a fall you had the other day. Do you think you'll be well enough to come to moon landing celebrations today? You don't want to miss it! I hear our socialist brothers, sisters, and comrades will be throwing simultaneous festivals in Paris, Berlin, Delhi, Beijing, Tokyo, Jakarta, Rio, Kinshasa, Cairo... all over the world! I even heard some American comrades in San Francisco and Chicago were going to try to organize something. Of course their capitalist government won't allow it but..."
A hot light floods your vision and you feel momentarily lightheaded. What was that world you saw last night? A global pandemic? President Donald Trump? Wildfires? Something about a debate? Who was the other guy, John Biden or something? It was all so cold, so bleak...
You are roused back to the present by the sound of a nearby train whistle. You recognize it immediately: it is the train you ride to work four days a week.
it is the train you ride to work four days a week.
why am i crying
in your wildest dreams you still work 4 days a week and America is still capitalist
Lib.
Hope you don't mind, but I used this as a custom prompt in AI Dungeon lol
I've actually been playing a lot of text adventures recently and they may have been somewhat of an inspiration lol
i teared up too but there's never been any sizeable socialist presence in delhi i don't know the other cities well enough to comment on them
Put this on r/pics and say that back in the 80s women wore skirts and showed their legs before the capitalist privatization regime swept the region into an era of darkness
2020? impossible! the furthest we ever mapped the hellworld projection was 2012, certainly you mean 2002?
transitional semi-lucid state that will wither away to fully automated luxury gay space dreams
