In 2300 when the air reached toxicity of 300 and was no longer habitable our great leader ” The man” and a group of scientists created “The Oasis” an Underground Bunker made with everything we need so come on in and enjoy “The Oasis”. I closed the pamphlet in a mix of boredom and annoyance. These pamphlets have been being printed since the Bunker was in construction. “4823?” I slowly stand up and look toward the sound there by the door was a tall thin woman. I look her up and down she wore her uniform exactly as instructed by the committee to the very last detail. “Why don’t you follow me back to the office,” she called with a sickly sweetness that made me want to vomit. I brushed past her and walked down the hall. I’d been here often enough that I practically knew every inch of this place. I stopped at the counselor's door right before I grabbed the handle and pushed the door open. The woman caught up and awkwardly whispered to me trying not to disturb the people working. “You’ll be meeting in this office today.” she directed me to a door with a plack that read “The Specialist.”

I scoffed at the name there is nothing special about the people who work in the council. They were just little pawns used to maintain control of the people. I looked back at the woman and she did a little nudge as if to tell me to hurry up and go inside. I rolled my eyes at her and walked in. It was a small room with bookshelves that towered over you. On the shelves were books labeled “how to thrive in the oasis: rules for success. My attention was pulled from the books by a polite cough. I looked in the corner of the room there was a man at a desk who was in his late 50s. He looked at me with a kind smile but I could see in his eyes he was a cold man. “Well let's get started I suppose,’’ he stated.

I walked to his desk and plopped myself into the chair across from him. It was an old and worn-out leather chair with pieces of cushion falling off. I looked at him expectantly he stared back for a few moments until he came to his senses. You must be wondering why you’re here. I nod at him “we have looked through your file and with your new instance we have decided that you aren't learning from your punishments. ”I looked at him with skepticism. “We have decided to move on with harsher punishments, we are going to be moving you to the correctional facility,” he explained. Why I haven't even done anything that bad” I shout. “Do not yell and you have caused more trouble than your worth and the council is done dealing with it. He spoke firmly. “Now they will be here to collect you Monday, I wish it was different,” he said sincerely. I stormed out of the office I wasn’t going to go to that hell hole no matter what.