[Friday, 17 December, 2258 | A Christmas Nap]
Either Nanny can’t hear Virginia’s questions about the time, or Virginia can’t hear Nanny’s answer over the footage she is being subjected to. She has not yet left the restraint chair, instead being subjected to news footage from as early as the twenty-first century breaking down humanity’s dystopian history, and the impact that anarchy has on the world. Murder, rape, assault, theft; all because people cannot be trusted to live their lives without the government and YutopiCorp’s oversight.
Finally, the headset is ripped from Virginia’s head. She is disoriented, but at least she can hear. She can see, too, aside from the blood running from her eyelids. Not that it matters much, as she is locked in her cell with only Ms. Nagal and the darkness for company.
“We will talk tomorrow. You may sleep until then.” Ms. Nagal turns to leave, slamming the cell door behind her. She didn’t even take the time to release Virginia from the chair.
“Hey, Nanny, what’s the time?”
“It’s 2:40am, Virginia,”
“How long is it until Christmas?”
“25 December is seven days away, Virginia.”
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