Chapter 1: Party!!!!!

2019. Nothing special to say about really. Life was about as normal as any day could've been. You had the working classes and business officials. Self-expression was nothing, it was imaginary, and frowned upon. Either you worked for Better Living Industries or you were one of their hopelessly drugged minions. Forced to be happy by an amphetamine they shoved into your body.

Me? I wanted nothing of it. I was a rebel, or a Killjoy, something that got you killed in todays society. Funny thing was, Killjoys never die and I was willing to take that risk.