HELL IS REAL, DON'T GO THERE
It is 02 nd April 2020. That place had no exit. I found myself locked up in a cell in a very unfamiliar world. I had a mark, an implant on my wrist flesh. Next to my cell to the right was a Chinese lady that appeared to have had a very rough time with my now new abode. She was weary and worn out, perhaps due to the rough long encounter and experience with the extremism, her face presented hopelessness as pessimism reigned supreme. I was bordered by similar so many cells with millions of occupants. Everybody was crying for freedom that was not promising. Then a presence showed up. A figure I later realized was the leader in that place. He was kind of doing a round trip slightly dissatisfied with his harvest. He was keen to check the identities or rather the marks intact. I moved closer to the entrance grill and extended my hands to him. “I don’t belong here,” I said. “There must be a problem. Get me out of here!” He stopped and looked at me, then said, “This is now your home!”