Cio forces you out of your locker, that shiny cage that you try your hardest to call home. Her eyes show a terrible firing hatred and her mouth an even more worrying cold smile. "So, I see that this minuscule, usless, and rude creature needs to learn how to behave properly." You roll your eyes and sigh; "really? Cio, I just woke up."
But the answer is obvious; they call you a mechanic, but you are more of a toy.
She lifts her shoe, drowning you in it's immense shadow. "Run! C'mon! Try to escape!" Cio says, mocking you. You sigh again and start running.
It's disgusting how much fun she finds in this game when it's obvious that you have no real chance of escaping.
She "misses" multiple times, her shoe always landing a second too soon, blocking your path, and making you run in another direction.
Until, finally, she stomps you. "Never. Talk. Back." She increases the pressure with each word. "To. ME!"
Congratulations, you are still alive! This is only the start of another agonizing day, something only the luckiest remaining humans are able to witness. Enjoy that pain, that's a reminder of the place humans truly have in the universe.
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