Insta-tagged by the dyspeptic dystopian dictator as a chronic criminal, saboteur extraordinaire Diode Rust took evasive measures, scattering duplicitous barcode skin scraps and eyeballs severed from the morgue. Retina and body scans positively blitzkrieged, Rust slinks under roboradar, one cool cat as always.
dystopian
Ant people
Once, for fun, I picked up the phone and dialled a number that was like 30 digits long.
A woman from 2204 answered, made some cryptic remark about ant people and then the phone went dead.
Resistance
I hid behind a fence and watched the patrol cruise on by.
The resistance is building and soon we will strike back at our furry masters.
Weekend
I roamed a post-apocalyptic wasteland, fighting off flesh-stealers and night-breathers and seeking, always seeking the pure water of God.
What did you get up to?