The robotic eye stares me down coldly. Its pupil an unwavering void reminding me that I am being watched. I will never escape my prison of city blocks and 7-11s and it is here to remind me. My hot dog grows cold in my hands as an orange citizen sweeps up the trash on the corner a gold dumped from the back of their lambo. I sigh and look down at the flaccid pink dog in my hand slowly freezing. Thats when the bright dawn is blocked by a man with yellow hair and aviators. He stands before me and hands me a ketchup packet. As I look I realize I have found salvation. The pure esctasy I felt when I heard him say those words..... "Hey Momma!". Fancy Octopus, Stave, Hyena, Thomas, and proper gent talk dystopia in a very timely manner while reading the next chapter of "A New Dawn" by SassyHistorian. End of episode: Want to know more? Check out our website buriedgems.podbean.com Any suggestions or comments? Feel free to email us at [email protected] BuiredGems.podbean.com