Abandoned World: The Awakening

Taylor fell to the floor from the blow, and scarlet blood ran down the floor. Two other security guards quickly picked him up, and then the baton struck him again, not on the head, but in the face, causing him to slump and hang on the arms of the guards holding him.

— Felonia! — The man with the baton said loudly and turned toward the dining hall. — Felony must be punished. Inevitably, felony must be punished.

Although the people around them were surprised, their faces did not change the joyful nature of their expressions. Now they were even more surprised, but not less happy than before. They seemed to be pleased that the punishment had become not only severe but also cruel. The people seemed to be happy with where their lives were going under the new rules being formed.

— It looks like those rules Charlie was talking about have come to pass. — Natalie said quietly to Sierra and moved toward the exit.

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It was that lab again, where Morgan wasn't. Natalie looked at everything she'd seen an hour ago and still thought there was only one person missing. Him. The one who had so caressed and stroked her everywhere she could dream. She could still imagine him running his hands over her and she just sighed with happiness, as if steam was being released from her at every touch. The same vapor that was already stagnant in her lungs, her heart, and many other places. And yesterday it had been released so magnificently by him, Morgan.

Who wasn't there right now… Natalie was starting to get nervous. Especially after the picture she had just seen in the dining room… Hitting a man in the head, in the face. So cruel and cynical… It was beginning to seem to her that it was not only those who were watching who were enjoying it, but also those who were doing it… And she lived at the same station with these people. At the same station, which is for all of them their common single home….

Natalie sat down to draw up the blueprints and decided that, while he was away, she could at least make the time worthwhile by speeding it up. It would be much easier to wait The design

was both simple and complex. Except that it was necessary to properly deal with nuclear waste — there was nothing complicated in taking it away, it was more important to separate it in time. That way, the design is more reliable and safer for those who use it.

I was thinking, of course, very badly. Thoughts of suicide, of Morgan's disappearance, of Sierra's warnings, all came into my head. After all, if Charlie had said something to her, it wasn't for nothing. The changes would have to be drastic, and the incident with Taylor in the dining room only confirmed it As she thought about it, Natalie began to draw whatever came to mind: the flash

drive, couples hugging, windows in the dining room looking up at the sky What if those people

who killed themselves had also gotten to that point, just as she had?

They were sitting alone in the room, doing something with the drawings, and then they began to do these horrors to themselves, and with such persistence and care… First they checked the drawings, and then they began to check the cuts on themselves… Also focusing their attention only on the accuracy of execution, and not on the reasonableness of the actions themselves… These thoughts somewhat disturbed Natalie and, pulling her hand with a pencil from the sheet of paper, she, already afraid, stared at it….

Halfway down the sheet of paper was a picture of an aroused man's big cock. Natalie

grinned. Yes, it had been a wonderful night. And, most importantly, how quickly everything heals, it turns out So many thoughts of all kinds. Will it work, will it not. What else could it be? And who

needs what. And what to do if something went wrong. Can we fix it? And whether it is possible to add if there is not enough All useless questions, when you finally find someone who does not

bother with these questions, but just does. How wonderful the answer can be. One single right answer, applied where it should be. And that answer was Morgan, who was impossible to wait for.

Nathalie sprang from her seat, not even removing her sketches from the table, and headed for the exit of the lab-Morgan had to be somewhere, and there was no reason to delay in finding him.

Elder

It was hard to breathe. Peyton couldn't remember the last time it had been so hard to inhale

air into himself, and then to force that air through his lungs. It seemed to him that each time was given so hard that he wouldn't even have the strength to spew that air back out. But each time they were found, and the only thing that grew in him constantly was doubt and anxiety about it.