The internal clock you set went off, and with a quick flick of your wrist, it was shut off. You, a 19 year old worker drone sat up in bed, running your fingers through your platinum hair. You looked over at your sisters’, V and J’s, beds. Both were already up, of course. V was in cheerleading and J was in the pretty useless military program your guys school had. Like, they were all too afraid of the Murder drones to go out and fight them, so why have that program? Whatever..
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