I awoke. The city still hummed.
“Milk low,” warned the Megacorp fridge. “Shall I order more?”
God, I needed a fix.
Stepping outside, Megacorp drones swarmed around. “Buy this cooker,” one screamed. “Yours needs replacing.”
“Follow me,” implored another. “It’s unbelievable what happens next.”
Plagued by the drones’ incessant buzzing, I shuffled into my dealer’s den.
“Usual? $200, 15 minutes?”
I nodded.
He pointed. “In there.”
The chamber’s door hissed shut.
Silence.
Absolute, blissful silence.
My entry in the June 2019 75 Word Story Challenge at SFFChronicles
Theme: Noise
Genre: Cyberpunk
M. Robert Gibson 