[ IP ] Humanity survives only in Towers . Tell any story that takes place in this world .

*Please [ ACTION: COME ] [ LOCATION: HOME ]. * 
 
 The incessant drone of the machine on Louis' back only filled him with determination to press on, away from the sterility of the tower. Once the medicine wore off, the years of suppressed emotion had struck him all at once and he resolved to walk as far as his atrophied legs would carry him. 
 
 * [ SUBJECT: YOU ] are not [ STATUS: SAFE ] here. Please [ ACTION: RETURN ] to [ LOCATION: THE_TOWER ]. * 
 
 Before setting out, Louis had surveyed the area around the tower. A vast, flat desert spread over most of the directions Louis had decided to call south and east, while rolling foothills grew into mountains to the west. The north was occupied by a body of water - lake or sea, Louis could n't tell, but there was no end in sight. 
 
 * [ SUBJECT: YOU ] [ ACTION: NEED ] your [ OBJECT: MEDICINE ]. * 
 
 One foot in front of the other. The paper socks of the tower had proved no match for the rough chaparral of the foothills, so Louis tore the sleeves from his gown and wrapped them around his feet. Even so, the throbbing of his feet drove him to increasingly frequent rests, and the first stream he found became his campsite although midday had not yet come. 
 
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 * [ ACTION: WAKE ] up. It is [ ABSTRACT: TIME ] to [ ACTION: GO ] [ LOCATION: HOME ]. * 
 
 Louis slowly pulled himself to his feet and hoisted the machine once again. Startled insects scattered, and a few small furry animals disappeared into the bushes a few yards downstream. 
 
 * [ SUBJECT: YOU ] are [ ACTION: MISSED ] in [ LOCATION: THE_TOWER ]. * 
 
 Chilled to the bone and with legs begging for relief, Louis found himself awash in regret and shame - regret that he had ever left the safe numbness of the tower, and shame that his will had already broken. In a final act of defiance, he hurled the machine into the stream, but the machine continued to spout its propaganda. 
 
 * [ LOCATION: THE_TOWER ] is [ STATUS: SAFE ]. * 
 
 After a breakfast of a few handfuls of unidentified but decidedly bitter berries, Louis turned back to the tower and began to walk once more. While the absence of the machine allowed his mind to finally clear, progress was far slower than it had been the day previous. Louis' body began to rebel. His knees occasionally buckled and caused him to stumble, and a sharp pain grew in his gut. 
 
 He had traveled no more than a mile when he collapsed. Louis' eyes blurred and his legs failed him. After one particularly strenuous attempt to stand, Louis threw up, his breakfast of green berries accompanied by a viscous brown bile. The tower loomed ahead, seeming at once immediate and unattainable. Louis tried to crawl forward, but soon gave in to sleep. 
 
 When Louis awoke, the sun had passed well beyond noon. He slowly regained his feet and began to stagger towards the tower once more. Two more times he fell, and two more times he rose to his feet. The tower's shadow stretched over Louis, then twisted away, and the sun set on Louis' second day of freedom. When he fell for a fourth time, he did n't stand again. `` East must be west'' was his final thought of the night. 
 
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 That's the most I've written in a long time. Man, my writing feels like garbage now.
