The sky is red. Black clouds. The cars in the road are moving as slow as a snail. Nobody is driving the cars. The cars crash into each other and explode easily. As if they were grenades. In the center of the city is a massive tower, about the size of 5 Empire State Buildings. It controls all the decisions made by government. The decisions made in real life. All the misfortunes. All the treasures. It decides my death tomorrow.