"But I have a life! I have a family and-"
"No, Bruce has a life, family, friends, job, etc. Now please leave so I may survive the next person behind you," the secretary robot had said.
Bruce moved out of the line. He was in a government office building. After being explained that his new situation, he vainly argued and fought against it demanding his old life back, up until they forced him outside, when he immediately ran back in to yell at the naive secretary robot at the front desk. He exited the building, now resigned to his fate: a Nobody. He was a clone of a person who was still alive. The only reason he was kept alive was from a court case that happened a decade ago, but there was nothing legally stopping anyone from killing him right there. He sat at the foot of the long steps and buried his face in his hands as he contemplated his non-existence.
"Quite an episode you had in there," a female voice from behind Bru- no, Nobody heard from behind him. He didn't bother responding to her or even looking up.
None the less, the stranger took a seat next to him. "Must be tough. You wake up, go through your normal day to day life. Then suddenly you're yanked away and told 'Whoops, the only owner of your life wants it back' and they they throw you out into the streets."
Nobody looks to see the woman. She was a pale-skinned woman with dark hair and sunglasses covering her eyes. She wore a black suit over a white shirt that was partially unbuttoned enough to reveal a generous cleavage. "Who the hell are you? And why do you care?" Nobody asked, not caring about politeness anymore.
"Well for now, to you at least, I'm a nobody important. Just a random lady going through town." Nobody was just frustrated at the confusing answer. "However, let's say hypothetically, I'm not just nobody important, but instead a part of a secret organization that does work that the UCR doesn't want to dirty its hands with? What would you say to that?"
Nobody contemplated the hypothetical scenario. "I'd think you're fucking with me. Which would probably piss me off."
"Heh, I'd suppose so. What if instead, I told you of an organization that could give you a new job? Even with your non-existent status?"
"What are you talking about?" Nobody asks.
"To put it simply, before you delve into a state of nihilism and go kill yourself exploring black hole or something, you should know that there's still a place for you to go to. If you need a job, a purpose, or simply want to meet people who know what' you're going through, there's always a place like that for everyone to go to." The strange woman pulls out a card from her cleavage and hands it to Nobody. He takes it and examines it. It's blank on both sides aside from an address printed in black. He turns back to the strange woman only to find her gone. He looks at the card again pondering the encounter.
Later that day, Nobody goes to the address out of curiosity. Not like he has anything else to do, he thought. It was a large warehouse that looked abandoned. He hoped he hadn't just been recruited by the mafia. He was done with normal life, but he certainly wasn't ready for a life of crime. Nonetheless, he opened the unlocked door, revealing nothing but scrap and junk. This place was truly abandoned. He walked inside the warehouse with a mix of curiosity and annoyance at potentially being conned. Eventually though, Nobody finds a large box, as tall and as wide as himself. It's surprisingly intact and standing upright, which makes it stand out to the rest of the junk in the warehouse. On the side there's a small rectangle spray painted in black. With a sense of deja vu, Nobody pulls out the card he was given early. He holds it up to the rectangle, confirming it was the same size and shape. He pressed the card against the spray painting, and heard a beep. Then a hidden door opens up one the side of the box, revealing its empty inside to you. You walk in to investigate, when the door shuts and locks you in. A mechanical buzzing goes off around you. Eventually...
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