Paranoia

“I’ve been having the strangest dream, these past few weeks. Now, it’s starting to carry over into my waking life, and I can’t shake the feeling that I’m seeing a real place—and one I’ll be sent to in the future. I don’t want to go! It’s some sort of…penal colony, I think. Or maybe a place where they quarantine Delusionals until they can be repaired. The inhabitants there are so…lost. They live in metal compartments, attack each other, hoard resources, even speak things that aren’t actually true…”

“Oh, come now. There aren’t any real places like that.”