2:21 AM Local woman Shirley Bates wakes in a cold sweat in her quiet bedroom, shuddering with the lingering effects of a haunting vision. “It seemed like a dream because I was asleep, but I just knew it was a premonition.” Bates recalls finding herself in the basement of her Indianapolis home but with a few key differences. “I was in my basement, but it was decorated like a Dexter-style operating room. I looked down to see myself sawing the arm off a corpse and I thought, “Anyone in my situation would have done the same. Besides, arm will fetch a good price at the market.” Bates remembers her dream-self having an implicit understanding that the year was 2070 and animals were scarce. But humans, humans were everywhere. “Whatever!” Shrugs Bates, “It was probably nothing. Anyways, how could a regular ol’ girl like me be the harbinger of the era of American dystopia?” She gets up and strolls to her dresser to prepare for the day ahead. A 23-hour shift at the Amazon packing center awaits.
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