[ CW ] Write a story entirely in the future tense AND second person .

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 You will soon come across The City. You will be amazed. You will wonder how you ever lived in such a dry and arid world as the land before. You will be filled with wonder, alive at the thought of living amongst the lush vegetation, the flora and fauna of a world meant to be called home. 
 
 To say nothing of the scientific advances, of course. Tall, monstrous buildings of glass and steel, marvels of the modern world. You will drive in perfect traffic, and arrive for every appointment as punctually as science would allow. You will wake up in the morning, and be greeted by the smell of hot coffee and a fresh Dutch apple bagel, or be positively assaulted by the glory of tomato and cracked pepper on a free-range omelet. Your suit will be pressed to perfection, your feet tenderly assuaged by a custom built massage chair after a long ( yet fabulously rewarding ) day of work. 
 
 And what charming locals are meant for this charming locale? They will be kind. They will be encouraging. They will understand what life is meant to be, and work every day to ensure the livelihood of their fellow brothers and sisters is naught but the best service and smiles they could possibly provide. 
 
 You will come across The City. It will be glorious. 
 
 Then it will be gone. 
 
 In a flash, it will be over. Brick by ever-loving brick! the illusion will have cast itself off of you. You will be confused. You will be distraught. You will go MAD, and lose all semblance of hope or self control. As the paramedics struggle to imbue you with the needle of a deepest sleep, you will bite, tear, REND APART THE VERY FABRIC OF REALITY THAT SEPARATES YOU FROM THE CITY OF YOUR DREAMS. 
 
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 You will be awoken, after four long years of counseling, of the medication of separation that drove your wife away in terror. 
 
 You will follow instructions. You will be calm. You will count to ten, when the weight of the world rests on your shoulders and you feel as though hope has lost you. 
 
 You will be released. 
 
 You will be in the wild, unkempt urban jungle. You will fight to survive. You will carry a burden in your heart that will keep you tied further down than the so called `` free citizens of the United States.'' You will see horror, both at home and abroad, when the news tells its stories of life in the pain and suffering of a broken world. 
 
 And then, one night as the sirens wail below your filthy apartment and the lights flash blue like the sky of the city you miss so much, you will remember the old proverb. 
 
 `` If the mountain will not go to Mohammed, Mohammed must come to the mountain.'' 
 
 That is not the way the saying goes, you will remind yourself. But it will be enough. 
 
 You will push up your sleeves and get to work. You will start small, at the grassroots of a grassroots campaign. You will not be a leader, but you will find those who can lead. 
 
 You will not be a teacher, but you will find those who can teach. 
 
 You will not be a preacher, but you will not find a man alive who is not as tired of this weary world as you. And they will be willing to do what it takes, if you show them what to do. You shall inspire the greatest of change, the world will step into a time of peace and prosperity unknown to any before you. 
 
 And then you will push further. 
 
 You will soon come across The City. You will be amazed. You will wonder how you ever lived in such a dry and arid world as the land before. You will be filled with wonder, alive at the thought of living amongst the lush vegetation, the flora and fauna of a world meant to be called home.
