The World Has Finally Gone Mad in a Way I Can't Recognize

Third-person narration

[Some day in some month of the year 2222]

I woke up.

My body was intact, but my memory was completely blank.

I didn't remember what had happened before, or why I'd been accused.

To keep myself from forgetting what happened again, I decided that day to use an overly old-fashioned method: a diary, to record what happened.

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[Some day in some month of the year 2222]

The days at the factory where we were being reformed were uneventful. Every day, the mechanical voice guided me and the others through our assigned tasks.

The work was simple: assembling various instruments. My coworkers were all nice, too.

The only thing I couldn't understand was why nobody ever made a sound.

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[Some day in some month of the year 2222]

I heard the first note here.

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[Some day in some month of the year 2222]

I saw him again. He was inside a burning container, and I ran over, wanting to save him.

Cross it out, cross it out, cross it out, cross it out, cross it out, cross it out.

I never kept a diary again.

[Reader's guide]

1. This is a fictional setting, so please don't relate it to real life. This story is entirely fictional. Any resemblance is coincidental.

Theme: Imagining a distant future