Matthew stood next to his sister, Kayla. Parcels were scattered throughout the lifeless street. Christmas lights, once hung along the brownstones with great care, were now draped onto the sidewalks, streets, and discarded Christmas trees. It had all started so quickly.

"Where is everybody? Where do you think they took them?" asked Kayla.

"Probably a processing facility." Matthew picked up the nearest package. The familiar friendly smile logo seemed so much more sinister than before.

"Do you think we could go back to the house? To get a few things?"

"Absolutely not," he answered. "Alexa's there. She'll know." This notion sparked a fire in him. He grabbed Kayla's hand and rushed behind a sizable pile of Amazon boxes. They were exposed and probably being searched for. He looked down at Kayla. She was tearing up. He put his arm around her, and she laid her head on his shoulder. "First it was three day shipping. Then it was Prime video. Prime Music. Same day shipping."

"I always loved same day shipping," Kayla sniffled.

"Then they took over the pharmacies, controlled the drug companies. Their media became the world's sole media. Bezos became President, then dictator." Matthew felt his frustrations twist into an anger. He didn't know how large of a part he could play to stop this war, this genocide of Amazon's competition, but he was going to play his part. He shook his head. He was getting ahead of himself. "We have to escape the city," he said. "Head to Cupertino. Find the resistance."

A buzz came from within Kayla's purse. She took out her iPhone. Someone was calling. She answered and immediately put it on speaker.

"This is Siri, They know where you are. Run!"