The buzz
The sun broke through the rotted boards that covered the windows of her temporary resting place, warming the lids of her eyes and gently waking her up from a troubled sleep. Places to sleep and seek shelter had become harder and harder to find since the Ministry of Citizen Affairs had started tirelessly “Protecting our future from our Past”. She could still hear that slogan ringing out in her head. That same droning, monotone voice articulating an empty promise to the people who remained after the Undoing. As she rubbed the sleep from her eyes, she immediately heard the faint yet piercing buzz of a Ministry drone buzzing in the distance, doing its routine sweep of what was once a thriving suburb. Now they were abandoned, rundown and patrolled by Ministry drones endlessly searching for Citizens to “help”. It’s funny how the Ministry tried to spin their motives, what they called “help” was nothing more than rounding people up and shipping them off to any one of a dozen different Ministry facilities to be processed, assessed, and assigned.
