Corporis is latin for "corporation"

This is a manuscript for a book that I've been working on that in the future, hope to get published. Please, criticize me. I want your most honest response. What do you think of it, what should I improve on?

Synopsis: Corporis is a story that in a future utopian Baltimore, corporations rule instead of polotics. The main American corporations are AmeriCo and EuroMerica. Foreign corporations are Anos, Acropolis, Synergy, and others that I haven't thought of yet.

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Don't read this is you don't read. Obviously.

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Corporis Manuscript; Draft 1


EuroMerica thinks I’m a hero.Well, obviously I’m not, but who can argue?
Every day, I see my poster flashed on billboards and on the side of a JetBus. My face looks out of place up there. Usually it’s job ads and a wealthy family declaring how they became rich in investing in EuroMerica, product commercials in bright, garish colors. There’s even anti-AmeriCo propaganda. “AmeriCo is greedy, ignorant, and expensive.” The ads say. “They want your hard earned money! Don’t let them feast on what is yours! Invest in EuroMerica!”
Then, there’s my “Employee of The Century” poster:

Employee of The Century
Employee No. 23313445; “Anon”
Praise for this amazing child. We couldn't be prouder! Congratulations!

It’s early morning, it’s raining and it’s still dark. The light from the lamps and billboards reflect off of the puddles in the street. I’m sitting atop a crumbling helicopter landing pad ten stories up. This used to be a EuroMerica landing pad, but had been abandoned about a decade ago, and has succumbed to disrepair. Broken wires light the pad with sparks and helicopter pieces litter the ground. Paint is peeling off of the big H in the center. I lean against the wall nearest to the entrance. I’ve been restless for a couple nights and, as always, it’s starting to affect my body. War has hit Baltimore pretty hard, AmeriCo has been sending troops back and forth to try and gain EuroMerica information. In the glow of all the city lights, I can see a couple of EuroMerica Centurions at the corner of the street by the market patrolling the sidewalk. Sometimes (rare occasions) on their duties they encounter shoot-outs with rebels or with pro-AmeriCo extremists. Nine out of ten times they win, and then no one leaves their houses for an hour just to be safe.
“Sleeping on the job?” A voice above me asks. I look up, it’s just Hector with his sarcastic questions. “What are you doing Anon?”
I stretch and yawn, my breath fogging up my visor. “Nothing much, just staring at the Centurions march endlessly up and down the streets.” Hector shoots me an irritated glance. “Shouldn’t you be on guard duty?” “Maybe, now that EuroMerica is kissing my ass, I don’t know what I’m supposed to be doing.” Hector shoots me another glance. “Whatever.” His long khaki trench coat is wet at the bottom and his purple umbrella is stretched out over his head. “Why are you at the old pad?’ I look down at the cracked concrete, “Just my place to relax once in a blue moon. What are you doing at the old pad?” Hector’s forehead twitches slightly. “Madam sent me to fetch you. Says she has a little errand that she needs taken care of.” I scoff, then get up and crack my back. “Good for her.” Hector looks frustrated. Can’t blame him. “So are you going to go up?” I lean my palms against the wall and stare at the blue-peach sky. “Later.” I keep stretching; Hector’s face is getting red. “Alright, I’m ready.” I pick up my F3000 and stroll into the Accounts Department hallway. The white marble floor with the cerulean paint on the walls gave the corridor an ocean-like feel. “So, how’s the family?” I ask Hector, what a generic question. “Fine, could be better. Nikolos needs surgery and Sara isn’t concentrating in school. My wife lost her job and stays at home looking over the kids. So yeah, could be better.” “You think Madam’s a shareholder?” Hector grins at my non-sequiter. “No, she’s a subordinate executive. The CBDO.” “Chief business development officer?” Hector nods. “I thought she was the boss.” We reach the lobby of the Accounts Department. I say hi to the receoptionist and we jump into the elevator. “She’s pretty huh? Just your type.” I don’t reply. A small “ding” opens the chrome doors and we step outside. I could hear “Beyond The Sea” playing from Madam’s room. “How old is Madam?” Hector holds up both of his hands. One has seven fingers and the other a fist. “So she’s seventy.” I nod my head slowly and walk into Madam’s office. The moment she sees me she turns down her music and opens her file cabinet. “Hello Anon. Congratulations.” “Charmed.” She gives Hector an impatient stare. “Hector.” “I was just leaving.” “Thank you.” When Hector closes the door I see Madam twirling the skinny black straw in her coffee with her fingertip. “You wanted to see me Madam?” She looks at me with her ice-cold, navy blue eyes. “Yes actually.

Finito.

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This is a piece of shit that is badly edited and written. I'm gonna close this.