All Of Us Are Dead
His voice dropped to a whisper so thin it barely touched the air.
“They lied to you, Silas.”
My stomach dropped.
“The second chance in life they promised?” he continued. “It’s not a return. You don’t go back to your real world. You become a worker for the system.”
“Worker,” I repeated.
“You were either going to be processed into a guard like me, barely any free will, brain fog, constant directives or assigned to kitchen duty. The ones who prepare meals.”
I blinked. “So basically… reincarnation as a corporate slave.”