“Secure your seatbelt,” the android demanded.
George Burch wondered if he should even bother; he’d be dead soon enough. If not this round, certainly by the next.
This stadium full of raucous humanoids knew it too and seemed to enjoy it, which made the whole spectacle even more unsettling.
George sighed. He never imagined life ending this way – strapped in a car waiting to be launched towards a cement wall at breakneck speed, being one of the thousands of humans sent to their untimely death in an act of cruel vengeance.
But thanks to The Uprising, this was now reality.
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