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In the year 2024, when the Earth is controlled by robots and all private thought is controlled by the Protectorate, one man will stand above it all, rise to the occasion, and free humanity from the evil that consumes it. He will be... Tall, dark haired with a steady gait, Kyle heads out. It's 5:30 am one spring morning. Down on West Street, people begin to rise to the call of their alarm clocks as the sun melts the last traces of fog away. The dingy street lights click off one by one. Lou opens his café, dropping the sign down - "Scrambled Eggs and Sausage- $3." Mrs. Johanssen leaves her door, ancient bloodhound at her side. Traffic is already picking up, for now a steady flow. In a few minutes, there will be hundreds more people taking this popular route to their offices on the outskirts of town. Over on 5th, Big Man's Gym opens with no ceremony- Chuck flings open the door, and turns back in to his coffee... I leave at 5:30 every morning. I have to if I want to get in my training. And I do want to get in my training. I plan to be the first person from my state to become an Olympic swimmer. I barely have two more years until the next one. I turn down onto West Street, walking up to old Lou's. It's not the Chocolate Chip pancakes that I was hoping for. I kept walking.I saw Mrs. Johanssen across the street, walking Charles. I wave to her, remembering when she used to baby-sit me, and that dog... I still don't like that dog very much. She doesn't wave back to me, instead keeps walking down the street. I can never tell if she really can't see me, or if she just remembers the time I... I keep walking. Have you ever played the game Resident Evil? Walking down this street is kinda like that. You can't really tell if these people are just harmless civilians or gut-ripping, flesh-eating, zombified monster evil things. Mr. Johanssen sticks his head out the doorway. "Millie! Get me my breakfast now!" "When I get back George," comes the patient reply. I wave to Mr. Johanssen. He goes back in with a huff and slam of the door. I guess they do remember.I just can't believe that these people are still together. He just treats her like crap all the time, and she seems to just take it. Sometimes I do wish that Mr. Johanssen is one of the hobgoblins. Then I could just *ZAP* and Mrs. Johanssen could be happy.Then again, the time she fed me that eggplant might be worth at least a good tazering.Whoa. Down the street I see Anne, my old girlfriend. I can remember the good times we had. The times we had before that two-timing, good-for-naught Craig Bogart showed up and...There weren't many good times after he came around. But before that, we would just hang around, causing trouble like always. There was always a ton of laughing. Yeah, I remember laughing a lot. We could just have the dumbest conversations. Like which was the best way to bust into the old abandoned factory behind her house without breaking a...

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