Just Another Morning
Summary: Waking up to the sounds of a fake voice was annoying enough. Having to listen to it for months on end would make anyone want to tear out their hair and scream obscenities at an unjust world.
A small fic for Yayoi and her days in the Rehabilation Center. 'Cause she needs the love.
A computerized voice spoke through the speakers in her cell, "Good morning! It's time to wake up!" Her eyes opened slowly to stare at the ceiling as it continued on the usual path of words. "Now, to all the latent criminals, be sure to keep working on purifying your Hue!" She blinked, looking over at the speakers at the top of her cell.
Really? From the sounds coming from the cells next to her it sounded like the other people were working on darkening their hue.
"Good Morning!" It announced once again as she swung her legs over the side of the bed. "It's time to get up!" With a sigh she pushed herself off the bed. ""Now, to all the latent criminals, be sure to keep working on purifying your Hue!" It repeated still enthusiastic.
The screen hanging on the top of the wall of her room switched on and she turned away from the recorded program. Unfortunetly there was no way to mute it. "The Occupation Aptitude Test guarantees you a stable life in which your talents are used to their fullest."
She huffed softly while walking over to the dresser. A stable life? Talents? She was sure the electronic device was mocking her and her current state. She used to be a member in a band and now she was filling out another form to try and get guitar strings and a pick for the millionth time. If only they would give her what she requested. Afterall they gave that nutcase in the cell across from hers red markers and all he did was paint swirls with it.
"Humans will live a more civilized life."
Her hand curled around the pen as she sat on the bed facing the dresser next to the end. Sticking someone in a cell because their hue is cloudy isn't civilized she wanted to snap at the machine and barely stopped herself from doing so.
"The OAT has created a world where anyone can enjoy art, nature, and peace."
Peace? In this place? There was to much of it. She felt like she was being isolated and driven further into a dark spiraling hole. If her darkening hue was any judge. And there wasn't a shred of nature in her cell. There was hardly any outside. Most things were just holograms because no one could be bothered to take care of plants anymore it seemed. Unless it was a park, and even then she was unsure how much of the foliage was real. That word. Art. Just made a fresh pulse of anger run through her. Music was art but she wasn't being granted it's solace. If only. Then she was sure her hue would go back to normal. Her crime coefficent would lower instead of rise with each passing day.