Not Depressed At All
I’d been in this Tron-ruled world for a decade, a newcomer compared to most, and it showed: they’d forgotten the real world and even those who did remember had given up hope.
But I’d heard of a new lead, someone who knew of a possible way out.
When I found her, she was next to incoherent, but she handed me a scrap of paper and smiled.
The words made my heart sink: ‘Escape Quay!’