A chilling tale from Robbie about a future that I hope doesn’t come to pass. Enjoy!
Extract from the diary of John Saunders
19 August 2035
I have not written in my diary for two days having experienced a strange black-out of consciousness. I woke up in the emergency barracks deep beneath the earth with no recollection of how I got here or what I have been doing for the past 48 hours. I do remember a strange and sudden change coming over my mind just before my memories stop. I have a strange recollection of my thoughts being slowly obscured by an external force in the same manner as heavy, black clouds might drive across a moon, hiding its bright face for a time.
When I awoke, I found myself dressed in my full combat uniform with my arms, chest and legs covered in lightweight, heat resistant plates of armour. Dark patches of sweat stained the fabric of the khakis shirt which lay over the…
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