Sisyphus

The sun was motionless in the white sky; a merciless whip of fire lashing him and the desolate mountainside into dessicated ruin. He had lost track of how long he'd been forcing his exhausted, burning body up the slope. Long enough to know that the path always looked the same in either direction. There was no summit, no base. No salvation.

- - -

I couldn't help laughing wryly at their latest prank. They'd harnessed Jonno to an inclined travelator under a huge lamp, and his glazed eyes told me there was more.

"You bastards have given him those hallucinogens again, haven't you?"