I have to find a way out of here.
The thought darted unbidden through Talia’s mind again as she carted yet another tray of the glass-like orange substance to the packing table.
Weren’t we all supposed to become artists, musicians, and athletes after the AI revolution?
Talia peered around the dark, draped warehouse through her respirator, then began hammering the orange sheet until it was reduced to a coarse powder.
“My gift to Chicago’s elite,” she mumbled to herself, bagging eight ounces of powder at a time with practiced precision.
I have to find a way out of here.
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J. T. Gamber
Hello! I am an aspiring fantasy and sci-fi writer (and below-average illustrator of maps). Many of my works develop the fantasy world of Sylaeria, drawing inspiration from Dungeons & Dragons and Christopher Paolini's Inheritance Cycle.
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