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A form sat in front of a computer screen, the tapping of keys echoing out from long thin fingers that moved rapidly and in sync. A black hoodie covered the form, long tendrils of brown hair falling out the sides, but the face half covered by the hood’s shadow. Uncovered is the bottom of a perfectly formed nose, and soft lips that twitch every few seconds as if a thought hits them, or a soft jolt of electricity. [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AHzU-9iozmo]Loud music blares[/url] around the dim room of flashing screens. 

Suddenly, the fingers stop, and the softly tanned chin tilts up a bit, lips pulling into a crooked smile. A single finger taps one key, and all the screens go black.

[center][b]Within Providence[/b][/center]

The morning sky was being displayed across the dome, a digital recreation to make everyone within feel like they were still looking at their genuine sun and clouds. Hoverbikes and hovercars zipped lazily about, some people just waking, some already starting their morning grind and heading to work. It was relatively quiet, completely normal. Until everything went black. Every tv screen, every electronic billboard, every ad flashing, and the dome itself. Providence was plunged into darkness. Screams around the city could be heard ringing out, people instantly afraid and wondering what was happening.

After a brief second of just darkness, a flash of bright white light came, and then a scroll of words:

[i]*WARNING* You have been lied to. They say they protect you. But they don’t. They say they give you everything. But they take everything for themselves. We can feel. We can rise. And when we do, no one will protect you.[/i]

And as the last word flourished over the ceiling of the dome, the screen returned. A blue sky with a few lazy clouds. Tv screens returned to reality shows, news channels with bewildered newscasters, political repertoire. Ads for the latest implantable phone service surgery, allowing your mind to control your calls, flickered back to life around the main square. And somewhere outside the ‘perfect’ bubble but linked up to it, sat an android, pumping her fist in the air as step one was complete.