Interviews

Ten years later...

It was a hot day in the interview room of The Order. At the end of the room there were the miserable interviewers, all three of them wondering why they were here. Pickle was picking at his nails and Yellow just sat there. And then there was Travis, the leader of The Order.

He was a rather stern looking person who wore a shiny, metal helmet on his head. His right eye was replaced with what looked to be like some sort of machinery/monocle. It glowed dim purple but depending on how angry he was, it would brighten until it emitted a 180C purple beam at anyone in front of him and would incinerate anything its way for miles. But of course, that was when he is angry...

The next interviewee was about to enter.

Ten years ago, a normal interview would just be someone who is questioned for a few minutes and are done. Although, this was not ten years ago. Now, you would just be looked at, your grades would be looked at and you would be decided whether you are in or not. No questions.

The world now was corrupt with nepotism and bias. It was considered an advantage of your knew ANYONE from The Order, otherwise you may just consider yourself dead. A nervous woman came in, the only sound in the room were their footsteps as they walked towards the menacing interviewers.

The interviewers had no need to ask for her name or how she was. They already read her files and her background. The decision was already made weeks before this interview.

"No..." Travis stated bluntly. You could already tell that the woman was heartbroken. In this world, it was now hard to get employment or money to feed you family. Outside, the sky was grey and all the old structures were now dismal-looking. Everywhere, you could see children begging for food and water. All the politicians from the past were dead. There was only Travis, The Order and no one else. No other business, government or cooperation would dare stand against them. No one ever protested. Well, no one ever since the war that was...