What time was that?
Outside the window, it was clear, meaning it was still daytime. It wasn't raining either. The sky was covered in crystal white clouds that were even hard to look at. Although I had a vague memory of rain, my clothes weren't wet or smelly. Searching on my memory I tried to think about the last thing that happened.
On the horizon, beyond the tall crops, I saw the giant reservoirs and drilling bots. They were dark lifeless monsters that contaminated the country landscape with a dark shade of gray. I could hear their sound. An endless disorienting noise of a predator devouring its prey.
The sound of metal digging into the earth added to the whiteness of the sky was knocking off all my senses. In the back of my mind a remote remembrance of a voice stood out. It called out for someone I did not know.
- Sato?
For most of my life I had known that name. Not once I could relate to it.
