Reality

No. 25

When we pass away our “memory”, everything recorded in our headsets is destroyed.

Every three nights, people in white uniforms take them out of the storage room and throw them down a pipe. 
White uniforms are from the central tower; the forbidden place. No one knows the criteria to be chosen, or if their work is better than ours. But we know we’re not the same. 

They have mastered the state of indifference. Their moves are sharp, graceful, and precise. Everytime I see them, I wonder if they’re not humanoids. Entities devoid of emotion. A single look into their eyes chills my blood.
Surviving the health threats is behind me. Those who are here after five days, will have no sleep related complications.
The danger is somewhere else. 

People come and go. But no one is ever sent back home. 
It’s not a secret, that we are disposable. To escape the dangers outside, we gave our labor… Work for shelter, work for food, work for life. A simple and endless cycle. We were told the company would only help us travel to but not from the towers.

Tonight, I’m in charge of the storage room. I have to make sure the discarded headsets are organized in groups of two. Someone else will take care of emptying the information, when they are shipped to the south.
I have to resist the urge to look into them, if it’s even possible. My back is facing the surveillance camera, but in order to see anything, I would have to put it on, and enter a passcode…It would give plenty of time for anyone in front of the monitors to see.