The Virts

Date: 8/2/2016

I dreamt I was a young girl with a dying sister in the future. It was sometime after a second civil war in America. People had begun to splice themselves with cybernetics during the war, and after this was turned to advertising and performance art. People were partially famous cartoons or fully so, selling their literal bodies and pieces for money in the post-war economy. I was some kind of scrapper and I would sell whatever I found to feed myself and my sister and to get her medicine. One day I drove into some sort of restricted area and found a goldmine of these "virtual people" parts in a shack and a man missing all his limbs with a sack over his head. I took it off and he told me about a huge haul he would help me get if I could hand him random virt parts so he could leave. I helped him and we left the shack and all hell broke loose, it was a warzone, and the shock of it all woke me up.