Dystopian future

Date: 1/4/2025

In the future, there is only one corporation that owns everything and acts as our government. There is a huge population increase and not enough room for everyone, so everyone is put in these sort of mega skyscrapers that are circular and incredibly wide and tall. They can fit thousands and no one has to leave because they contain everything you need. Think of a vertical walkable city except it’s run by a totalitarian corporation so you’re not allowed to leave rather than staying for convenience. There is a class system divided by wealth that is determined by what level you live on. The mail room is the bottom floor and is considered extremely dangerous and a ghetto. I lived around the middle on the “shopping mall” level, which was basically a massive multi floor shopping mall that also had apartments. It’s similar vibes to the tv show Silo, but people can go outside. They aren’t allowed to leave, but some higher up people have balconies, and some wealthy are allowed to travel. My job in this building was running the company’s silencing department. They produced this pink and orange psychedelic dust that could make people forget things by making them psychologically vulnerable. If people found out too much about the company, or were forming conspiracies to overthrow it, or even just spreading negativity about the company, my job was putting them in a chamber that was pumped with the dust. The only catch is I didn’t know what my job was. The public was told that these were mental health chambers, and the dust could heal people who were mentally unstable and mentally disturbed. This was obviously a lie; the company just benefitted from calling revolutionaries and people opposed to them mentally disturbed. One day, I came at odds with what I believed because out of nowhere my best friend was brought in talking about how the company is evil and controls everything and something has to change. I was shocked and saddened by how her mental health had deteriorated because she’d seemed so normal before. Meanwhile she was desperately trying to convince me that what I was doing was wrong and not helping people, but I refused to hear it and put her in the chamber. However, this had been the beginning of an inkling of actually questioning my job and questioning the company instead of blindly buying propaganda. Then I woke up.