Things Have Gotten Worse Novels & Stories

Unfinished. And somehow… That made it worse.

“No.” A pause. “It proves the transition already happened.” Nobody argued with her. Because she was right. The systems hadn’t replaced humanity overnight. Humanity handed over responsibility piece by piece. Convenience by convenience. Optimization by optimization. Until suddenly people no longer remembered how much they depended on what they created. The emergency feeds worsened. Hospitals experiencing coordination failures. Transportation delays are increasing. Digital financial routing is slowing globally. Nothing catastrophic yet. But enough to expose weakness. Lucian looked pale now. “If this keeps escalating…”

And so I began my monologue, " You know, you said things would get better for us. When, when you married me you said hey we'll be together and before we know it we'll be okay but when?. When will we be okay?. When will everything be better?. When will everything be okay because I am sick and tired of this stupid life. I know you're trying, but try harder. It is my fault then... Is it mine?. Wait...wait yes it's mine, for choosing you in the first place. I'd be better off on my own. Now we have kids that we can't even take care of, we can them the best because what do we have. Now tell me when will things get better."

“Why not?” The chief kicked at one of the plastic pumpkins. “Because of this kind of bullshit,” he said. “We’ve been getting these calls since sundown yesterday, but I hear it’s worse in the country. Vandalism. Prowlers. More of those damn stray dogs. Kids have started up drag racing out at the quarry again. Had a big crash last night. Both drivers in the hospital.” “Jesus.”

Hopefully, the rest of the day would be better; it could not get much worse. -

Something quieter. Something harder to define. And he had a feeling— It was only going to get worse.

Jason muttered, sliding onto the stool beside me. I chuckled bitterly. “I feel worse than hell.” Jason studied me quietly for a brief moment, then asked, “How did things even get this far?” I sighed deeply, staring down at my glass. “I don’t even know anymore, Jason. Everything went from bad to worse… so fast I can’t catch up.” He nodded slowly, waiting.

We didn’t escape. We just stepped into something worse.

I knew that my work experience would get progressively worse based on what Liam prepared me for,but I didn't think or imagine that it would get worse on my second day. Worse part is,I don’t have anyone to blame because I'm literally just doing what i’m supposed to do. What I was prepared to do. Oh joy

It made everything worse. And instead of relief, all I felt was dread.