Please write a short excerpt about someone doing something they don't want to do. Set the story in the near future, and focus on the dull mundane oppression of boring dystopia. Be pessimistic in tone. Write it in the first person.
system
kripaya kisi aise vyakti ke bare main ek chota ansh likhen jo ve nahin karnaa chaahate hai.nikat bhavishya main kahani set karen, or boring diastapia ke sust sansaarik utpeedan par dhyaan kendrit karen.swar main nirashaavadi bane.ise pehle vyakti main likhen.
user
samar, fries kaili, 2066. mujhe is jagah se nafrat he.

ek apartment ke mere tang box ke baahar, temp 120F degree par ek kukin he.vishaal shahar kii kam imaaraten ek grey dhundh main feeki pad jaati hai, or jet hawaii jahaaj kii aawaaj lagaataar overhead ko oochaal detii he, jo paas ke rajmargon par yatayaat ke drone ko prabhavit karti he.meraa box nahar se sate baithta he, jiske saath -saath railmarg chalaata he.nahar ke donon ore bajri or gandagi kaa ek banjar khinchaav he jo shahar ke madhyam se apni puri lambaai ko chalaata he, malbe ke saath chinhit or beghar ke liye tent.is tarah ke dinon main, nahar kii lambaai ko dekhte hue, sabhi ek hi dekhte hai, jo surya-pake hue prithvi se ek dhundhala mrigatrushna he.mere tang, ganda ghar ke andar, daravaaje par ghoorte hue, main haath main parcel khadaa hum.mujhe us oven main jane kii jarurat he.

yearbads in, hausale se lagaae gaye sanscreen kii paraton kii badboodaar, main baahar jaataa hum.

mere ran-down apartment se peedit sabhi muddon ke liye, yah kam se kam is helscape ko baahar rakhane kaa ek acha kaam karata he.jis kshan main aage kadam badhaata hum main duusare vichaaron se bhar jaataa hum.garmi sabhi konon se mere khilaaf press karti he, or mere yearbads keval aanshik rup se cracking sonic boom ko rokte hai.

"vitaran?!"dan chillaata he.

main dan kii ore mudata hum.vah meri ore dekhtaa he, apane tamboo ke andar apni khaat par let gaya, paseene main dub gaya.tees saal pehle prashanth sangharsh ke ek anbhavi, vah mere apartment ke bagal main apane tamboo main rahata he.ek aadmi kaa mishrit bag.kuch raaten jab yah thanda hota he to main baahar baith jaataa hum or uske saath thodaa chat karata hum.jab vah apana ek episodic feet nahin hota he, to vah company ke liye paryaapt sabhy hota he.

"haan, delivery," main waapas chillaata hoon.

"vah bekaar he," vah kehete hai.yaa kam se kam mujhe lagata he ki usne kya kaha, main ise nahin sun saktaa tha.main us par sir hilaataa hum or apana din shuru karne ke liye mudata hum.qatari main keval ek naukari, $ 240.yah naukari mujhe saptaah ke liye khilaa sakati he, lekin mujhe jald hi kuch or kaam ke liye apni ungaliyon ko paar karne kii aavashyaktaa hogi yaa main dan kaa rummet ban saktaa hum.

pasinaa pehle se hi mere maathe par chaaku maar rahaa he, or maine ek kadam bhi nahin uthaaya.teen mile, ek parcel.mujhe is jagah se nafrat he.

main nahar ke saath chalata hum, yearbads apni khopadi main sangeet ko nasht karte hai, kuch bhi mahasoos karne kii puri koshish karte hai.
assistant
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kripaya kisi aise vyakti ke bare main ek chota ansh likhen jo ve nahin karnaa chaahate hai.nikat bhavishya main kahani set karen, or boring diastapia ke sust sansaarik utpeedan par dhyaan kendrit karen.swar main nirashaavadi bane.ise pehle vyakti main likhen.</s>
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samar, fries kaili, 2066. mujhe is jagah se nafrat he.

ek apartment ke mere tang box ke baahar, temp 120F degree par ek kukin he.vishaal shahar kii kam imaaraten ek grey dhundh main feeki pad jaati hai, or jet hawaii jahaaj kii aawaaj lagaataar overhead ko oochaal detii he, jo paas ke rajmargon par yatayaat ke drone ko prabhavit karti he.meraa box nahar se sate baithta he, jiske saath -saath railmarg chalaata he.nahar ke donon ore bajri or gandagi kaa ek banjar khinchaav he jo shahar ke madhyam se apni puri lambaai ko chalaata he, malbe ke saath chinhit or beghar ke liye tent.is tarah ke dinon main, nahar kii lambaai ko dekhte hue, sabhi ek hi dekhte hai, jo surya-pake hue prithvi se ek dhundhala mrigatrushna he.mere tang, ganda ghar ke andar, daravaaje par ghoorte hue, main haath main parcel khadaa hum.mujhe us oven main jane kii jarurat he.

yearbads in, hausale se lagaae gaye sanscreen kii paraton kii badboodaar, main baahar jaataa hum.

mere ran-down apartment se peedit sabhi muddon ke liye, yah kam se kam is helscape ko baahar rakhane kaa ek acha kaam karata he.jis kshan main aage kadam badhaata hum main duusare vichaaron se bhar jaataa hum.garmi sabhi konon se mere khilaaf press karti he, or mere yearbads keval aanshik rup se cracking sonic boom ko rokte hai.

"vitaran?!"dan chillaata he.

main dan kii ore mudata hum.vah meri ore dekhtaa he, apane tamboo ke andar apni khaat par let gaya, paseene main dub gaya.tees saal pehle prashanth sangharsh ke ek anbhavi, vah mere apartment ke bagal main apane tamboo main rahata he.ek aadmi kaa mishrit bag.kuch raaten jab yah thanda hota he to main baahar baith jaataa hum or uske saath thodaa chat karata hum.jab vah apana ek episodic feet nahin hota he, to vah company ke liye paryaapt sabhy hota he.

"haan, delivery," main waapas chillaata hoon.

"vah bekaar he," vah kehete hai.yaa kam se kam mujhe lagata he ki usne kya kaha, main ise nahin sun saktaa tha.main us par sir hilaataa hum or apana din shuru karne ke liye mudata hum.qatari main keval ek naukari, $ 240.yah naukari mujhe saptaah ke liye khilaa sakati he, lekin mujhe jald hi kuch or kaam ke liye apni ungaliyon ko paar karne kii aavashyaktaa hogi yaa main dan kaa rummet ban saktaa hum.

pasinaa pehle se hi mere maathe par chaaku maar rahaa he, or maine ek kadam bhi nahin uthaaya.teen mile, ek parcel.mujhe is jagah se nafrat he.

main nahar ke saath chalata hum, yearbads apni khopadi main sangeet ko nasht karte hai, kuch bhi mahasoos karne kii puri koshish karte hai.</s>
