A dystopian future, that's what you would have called it. Corruption, industry, crime, they have taken over earth. Smog covers the skies, people work in factories now, there aren't anymore office jobs, they've all been replaced with software. But worst of all, not only were machines replacing humans, but now humans were becoming them. Augmentations, robotic limbs, brains. Some of them by choice, some of them out of necessity. And I'm one of them. These augmentations, they're reserved for the soldiers and the cops, they're not for regular people like you or me. Now people are walking around, wearing weapons, not even aware of it. Some of these things, they're killing people. Radiation poisoning and sickness have run rampant, and the monsters performing the surgeries aren't taking responsibility, and the corrupt pigs aren't doing stuff about it. Well, I'm not having it anymore.
Daniel stood outside the door to the alleged office of The Doctor, at the end of a dimly lit alleyway, his small group behind him. He looked back, roostering his head back briefly before facing the door again. He rapped his knuckles three times on the door, a slit at about eye level slid open to reveal a pair of mean looking eyes. "Who're you?" a muffled voice asked.
"We're here to see The Doctor," Daniel replied, looking at the group.
Daniel looked back at the pair of eyes, which shifted from him to the others. "He's not in, sorry," before the slit slid shut.
Daniel rolled his eyes, knocking again. The slit slid open, and the man spoke again, "What?" he asked.
"We're here to speak with the boss man," he said.
The man behind the door furrowed his brow, "forget off!" he then shouted before closing it again.
Daniel looked back at the group, sighing, "This is it, moment of truth. Everyone ready? No turning back after this."
He pulled his pistol, tucked in his waistband, gripping the back of the slide and pulling it back, chambering a round.
