Incomplete short story

Eyes focused, skin lightly glazed with sweat, a young man clothed in white finishes the remainder of his shift on his hands and knees mopping up after old worker bots. Surrounded by the relentless hum of the computers' cooling fans; he remains steadfast and hard at work. His hands damp and shriveled, he takes a glance at the clock and proceeds to dry the now immaculate floor. On his way down the corridor, an alarm drones over the loud speaker, followed by a monotonous voice.
“Level 4 personnel, the duration of your shift has ended. You will cease your duties and exit the building. You will arrive tomorrow at 0700. Failure to comply will result in your immediate termination. Thank you for your service.”
On board the city monorail, he, along with the several other dozen passengers, sit calm and quietly. Although the interior was clean and quite spacious, the small windows, sparse throughout, rendered the vehicle quite claustrophobic; yet the passengers, facing the front with their hands on their laps, paid no attention to the lack of view beyond the vehicle. Aside from their physical attributes, there was little to nothing unique about one another; Matching white clothes, short hair, and a deadpan stare, they are totally indifferent to their surroundings. No one utters a word. While he sits there waiting with his hands on his lap, he gazes at a placard which he has observed over and over; a prohibition symbol placed atop two stick figures holding hands.
Block after block, nothing but concrete, metal, and glass ; buildings so tall that they cut through the sky, and as silver clouds blanket the Earth, he makes his way toward the residential district where he lives. He rarely comes across anything out of the ordinary, yet as he ...

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...f a familiar placard, he feels something grab his wrist. He turns around to find the woman from the previous day, clasping to his wrist. His heart in his throat, he began to feel dizzy, and drunk with elation.
As her crystal blue eyes peer deep into his soul, he could not help but reciprocate, gazing deep into hers. She leverages his wrist, bringing his hand closer to her body. Curious about her actions, he allows her to proceed. She places her other hand, balled into a fist above his palm; He looks down as she releases her fist, placing in his palm the storage device that he had intentionally left behind.
"Show me more.", she whispers softly to him
Standing together, center stage amongst a crowd of prying onlookers, they never felt so fugitive and so alive. Rays of sunlight shatter through the cloudy grey skies as the two of them walk away, hand in hand. hatter