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AppBot - a Discord bot made for staff application management within Discord.

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Trapped in Utopia

Daphne sighed as she turned off her working computer in the Utopian library. She was tired. So very tired with everything. There were only so many hours one could occupy oneself browsing earth's database through Wikipedia, just to pass times. Daphne had already reached that point several years ago, but what else was could she do? Somewhere, immeasurably far away her real body laid in some cryogenic chamber, comatose and terminally ill. A long time ago she had been one of many people whose consciousness was stored in Utopia, a virtual plane of existence, a so called perfect world where everything was pleasant and beautiful. A harmonious community of people waiting to be called back to the real world when a new medical breakthrough had been achieved. For the last 20 years however Daphne was the only human left.

She stood up from her desk and said goodbye to Gwen at the counter. She walked outside, to the street. The Utopian main street was empty. All the shops within sight were open, but the street was nearly dead. Just a taxi driving by, and a man walking his dog. Many years ago over three thousand people lived in this town, not counting the virtual characters. It had been a very different sight back then.

Since there was no one paying attention, Daphne focused her mind on where she wanted to go. Home. In the blink of an eye she stood on the porch of her house in the suburbs, feeling the spring breeze slightly move her long red curls. Over the last years she had become so familiar with the Utopia program she lived in she had found a way to bypass certain parts and perform 'minor tricks' as she preferred to call them, one of them being teleportation. Not that she needed more time. On the contrary. In fact, the moment she reached for the door key she regretted she hadn't walked home. She would have had another 20 minutes time passed.

When she stepped inside she thought she heard a noise in the living room.

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