>>6005192Strange humm wakes you up. What time is it? 4 PM? Could as well get up. Light ache reminds you from the last night. Stretching and yawning, you walk into the kitchen area still wearing the clothes from yesterday. There are four people living in your shared apartment, and one of them, Langston, is watching pornball from the big screen. The humm must have been the noise from that. Pornball is part spectation sport, part prowrestling and part hardcore fucking. The FUNCO excec who came up with that idea probably bought an island resort all for himself. Such uncouth form of entertrainment has never interested you, but it is nevertheless very popular among single males. Langston, an overweight research assistant working in some company lab by your understanding merely glances at your direction before shifting his gaze back to some buxom bimbo theatrically fumbling with a ball. ”Yo. You got a letter.” he mumbles before muching another fistful of potato chips. A letter? At this day an age? That could only mean one of a few things. Surely enough, a pristine envelope rests on the kitchen table. Expensive paper. Without a second thought, you rip it open. Hah. Another dinner invitation from your family? You'd think after you declined the last two times, they would take the hint, but they sure are persistent. Day after tomorrow? 'I Appreciate Your Quick Response', underlined with red. A bit abrupt for mother. You turn the paper on your hands for a while before throwing it into the garbage incinerator. You'd handle that later. IF you handled it, that is.
Instinctively you start to scroll through your feed while nibbling at cold food straight from the fridge. There are quite a few headlines about last night. FriAir newsources underplayed the incident, claiming that criminal elements had caused some minor damage on Service Facility 18. FUNCO sources instead focused on rough treatment of the working class, showing images of riot polices beating out protesters. Other networks showed similiar agenda driven half truths. None of the mention the dronetank.
Your personal messages have a few unread ones. Mostly uninteresting work related shit. One pops out from the rest. It's from Damian, one of your few friends outside from work or family. It reads: ”ZAK, TRISH SHOWED US THIS COOL NEW BAR NEAR THE TRACKS, IF YOU'RE INTERESTED MEET YOU AT SIX YOU KNOW WHERE”. You haven't met Damian in months. Maybe it's time to refresh some memories together. Your heart sinks a bit. Is now the time? Maybe you should visit the hospital instead, Lorenzo, Higgs and the others might cheer up?
>NIGHT OUT: Meet up with Damian and his group>HOSPITAL VISIT: Buy some flowers and Get Well cards and visit your comrades instead 