04-07-2017, 04:26 PM
I think it is no secret to most that I like to write and often I tend to just sit down and write something that comes up in my mind, so I thought why not share bits and pieces and perhaps there is something you like.
No guarantees on the continuation of anything, but if you like it let me know and I might look into it.
First up a bit of a dystopian setting of a student doing his final exam:
Chapter 1 "Last day."
"Times up." the teacher says and instantly the screen in front of me locks up whatever I had entered up to that point would have to do. Together with 15 others I get up from the worn out benches, we look at each other curiously wondering who will make it, as no matter the grades only 1 of us will get the fleet pass, the others will get the option to join as enlisted or stay behind. I pick up my bag containing my basic civil issue pad and the sandwich my mom made me, but I didn't eat yet. As we walk out of the classroom I turn around and take a peek inside for the last time, today is going to be the last time I walk through this building of the basic schooling system.
2 hours later I get off from the crowded trains checking my pocket to make sure my citizens card is still there, taking it out I hold it front of the reader and the gates open. Walking outside of the station I look up, the bright white buildings look like the old science fiction movies, but once you look down you see the rundown streets, anything up to a level where people can reach it or throw something is scarred from simple wear and tear to fire and even bullet holes. The basic civilian housing projects are prisons without walls, but who need walls when the only way to get out for good is to join the service. I walk for another 45 minutes before I once more take out my card to open the door to the building, I look at the elevator, they actually fixed it last week after it had been broken for 2 years. Shaking my head I instead take the stairs, 20 flights up to the 10th floor as I had done for the last few years.
"Mom I am home." I say as I enter, the apartment looks nothing like the outside of the building, it is all grey concrete and metal. "How did it go they let in?" my mom asks as I walk into the room where she is sitting on the couch looking tired after working to earn the right to live where we did. "No mom, as I told you I will get a message tomorrow on my pad around noon to let me know the results." I say leaning in to give her a kiss. "Ow yeah you did, I am sorry I am just." "So tired, it is fine mom, let me heat up the food." I finish her sentence and and with a smile in return I walk to to kitchen.
I look at the white boxes with the small labels on them, each contains a full supper or so they us, but everyone knows they are keeping the calorie count low to avoid people having the energy to riot even more than they already do. I pick up 1 that says thai chicken curry and another one that lists beef, mash and carrots, I know my mom like the curry ones so I always save them for her. I put them both in the microwave and set it to heating and walk back to the room, "So what had they have you do today?" I ask my mom as I take my pad from my bag to put it on the table. "Cleaning again, public trains this time, it was horrible they don't even have proper materials anymore these days." My mom says and lets out a sigh. "I am so sorry mom, I really hope you won't have to do that anymore." I say knowing just how bad the Union is doing these days finically, the war between the Chinese Empire and the African Coalition had been hurting the Union's economy badly. Shaking my head at the senseless nature of it all I walk back into the kitchen realizing I just pretty much agreed to join the whole affair I called senseless. I take out both the boxes and grab a fork and spoon for us both and walk back into the room, I had my mom the curry and sit down next to her. We both eat in silence, my mom is too tired to talk, my mind's to full about the test I just did and the food certainly wasn't a source for happy conversation.
The next day my pad buzzed and I picked it up, "Your entry into fleet school has been approved, report to the local recruitment station in 24 hours." was all it said, but I knew it went a change a huge one. That evening I packed the few things I had to my name and said goodbye to my mom, knowing that it would be 2 years before I would see her again provided I would graduate. Leaving my mom behind in tears wasn't easy, but we both had known that I would have left, if it had not been fleet school I would have had to simply enlist. Still walking to the train station I had wished for just a few more hours, but that was time not given to me. I got onboard the train which was mostly empty as the clock had passed midnight, but the public trains where all automated and kept the same 5, 10 or 15 minutes schedule no matter what time or day it was. Out of the window I took one last look at my mom, waving in tears, all those years building up to this moment and yet it still happened too quickly and too soon.
No guarantees on the continuation of anything, but if you like it let me know and I might look into it.
First up a bit of a dystopian setting of a student doing his final exam:
Chapter 1 "Last day."
"Times up." the teacher says and instantly the screen in front of me locks up whatever I had entered up to that point would have to do. Together with 15 others I get up from the worn out benches, we look at each other curiously wondering who will make it, as no matter the grades only 1 of us will get the fleet pass, the others will get the option to join as enlisted or stay behind. I pick up my bag containing my basic civil issue pad and the sandwich my mom made me, but I didn't eat yet. As we walk out of the classroom I turn around and take a peek inside for the last time, today is going to be the last time I walk through this building of the basic schooling system.
2 hours later I get off from the crowded trains checking my pocket to make sure my citizens card is still there, taking it out I hold it front of the reader and the gates open. Walking outside of the station I look up, the bright white buildings look like the old science fiction movies, but once you look down you see the rundown streets, anything up to a level where people can reach it or throw something is scarred from simple wear and tear to fire and even bullet holes. The basic civilian housing projects are prisons without walls, but who need walls when the only way to get out for good is to join the service. I walk for another 45 minutes before I once more take out my card to open the door to the building, I look at the elevator, they actually fixed it last week after it had been broken for 2 years. Shaking my head I instead take the stairs, 20 flights up to the 10th floor as I had done for the last few years.
"Mom I am home." I say as I enter, the apartment looks nothing like the outside of the building, it is all grey concrete and metal. "How did it go they let in?" my mom asks as I walk into the room where she is sitting on the couch looking tired after working to earn the right to live where we did. "No mom, as I told you I will get a message tomorrow on my pad around noon to let me know the results." I say leaning in to give her a kiss. "Ow yeah you did, I am sorry I am just." "So tired, it is fine mom, let me heat up the food." I finish her sentence and and with a smile in return I walk to to kitchen.
I look at the white boxes with the small labels on them, each contains a full supper or so they us, but everyone knows they are keeping the calorie count low to avoid people having the energy to riot even more than they already do. I pick up 1 that says thai chicken curry and another one that lists beef, mash and carrots, I know my mom like the curry ones so I always save them for her. I put them both in the microwave and set it to heating and walk back to the room, "So what had they have you do today?" I ask my mom as I take my pad from my bag to put it on the table. "Cleaning again, public trains this time, it was horrible they don't even have proper materials anymore these days." My mom says and lets out a sigh. "I am so sorry mom, I really hope you won't have to do that anymore." I say knowing just how bad the Union is doing these days finically, the war between the Chinese Empire and the African Coalition had been hurting the Union's economy badly. Shaking my head at the senseless nature of it all I walk back into the kitchen realizing I just pretty much agreed to join the whole affair I called senseless. I take out both the boxes and grab a fork and spoon for us both and walk back into the room, I had my mom the curry and sit down next to her. We both eat in silence, my mom is too tired to talk, my mind's to full about the test I just did and the food certainly wasn't a source for happy conversation.
The next day my pad buzzed and I picked it up, "Your entry into fleet school has been approved, report to the local recruitment station in 24 hours." was all it said, but I knew it went a change a huge one. That evening I packed the few things I had to my name and said goodbye to my mom, knowing that it would be 2 years before I would see her again provided I would graduate. Leaving my mom behind in tears wasn't easy, but we both had known that I would have left, if it had not been fleet school I would have had to simply enlist. Still walking to the train station I had wished for just a few more hours, but that was time not given to me. I got onboard the train which was mostly empty as the clock had passed midnight, but the public trains where all automated and kept the same 5, 10 or 15 minutes schedule no matter what time or day it was. Out of the window I took one last look at my mom, waving in tears, all those years building up to this moment and yet it still happened too quickly and too soon.