Sisyphus in the City
The city of Omonoia was a masterpiece of grey. The buildings were monolithic blocks of concrete, the streets were perfectly straight, and the people wore uniforms of a neutral, unoffensive beige. There was no crime, no poverty, and no surprises. I am a Level 4 Maintenance Technician. My job is the "Reset." Every ten years, on the first day of spring, the city undergoes a systemic purge. I am...
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