The world had descended into a nightmare, a dystopian hellscape where freedom was nothing more than a distant memory. Towering skyscrapers, once symbols of human progress, now served as monolithic reminders of oppression. Giant screens loomed over the crumbling cities, endlessly flashing state-approved messages: *Obey, submit, comply.* Their cold, artificial glow was inescapable, filling the streets and alleys with the dull hum of lies and commands. Day and night, the message was the same—there was no room for dissent.
Corrupt politicians, once mere caricatures of greed and ambition, had solidified their control, puppeteering an ever-expanding machine of repression. The media, long since consumed by corporate hands, had fully merged with the state. Newscasters, once trusted voices of reason, had become slick, hollow shells, endlessly repeating narratives designed to pacify the masses. Truth no longer mattered; all that mattered was compliance.
For the ordinary citizen, there was no escape. Everywhere they turned, there were cameras—unblinking eyes of surveillance—watching, recording, ensuring obedience. Even within the crumbling walls of their homes, the screens could not be silenced. They blared on, dictating every thought, every action. Fear of punishment kept the people in line. Speak the wrong word, question the wrong policy, and you would be snatched away in the night, condemned to disappear into a prison or, worse, a labor camp from which no one returned.
Hope, once the anchor of humanity, had been strangled, replaced with a dull, lifeless existence. To dream of change was dangerous; to act on it, suicidal. The people shuffled through their days like shadows, existing but not truly living. The world had become a cage, and those within it were nothing more than obedient prisoners of a system that demanded everything while giving nothing in return.
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