I'm working on a story. this is just a rattled off scene to get me thinking about the world.
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Coldon Hessinger was abrutply awoken by a thunderous hum that shook his entire apartment. The dirty plates and glasses that were piling up beside his kitchen sink were rattling furiously.
"Sh*t!", exclaimed Coldon, as his eyes darted to the clock. He was late, again. Springing into action, he threw on yesterday's clothes and scampered over the mass of papers, clothes and miscellaneous tat strewn across the floor, grabbing a piece of fruit on his way to the door.
As he bundled his way out onto the walkway and into the blinding sunlight, he peered down over the railings and saw the bus was still adjusting its landing on the upper deck, its engines glowing and throbbing, continuing to shake the whole upper section of the apartment complex.
"I might still make it", thought Coldon to himself as he rushed past the elevators and hurtled down the stairwell. He got onto the landing deck just in time to see the bus's engines flare up and drag the ugly heap of metal skyward once more.
Sweating from his exertion, and possibly the growing realisation that he was about to lose his job, he took off his jacket and rolled up his sleeves. For a moment he stood gazing at the floor, wondering what to do, then ambled over to a bench and slumped down upon it.
Coldon took the piece of fruit out of his pocket, inspected it and took a bite; it was perfectly ripe, as Snakko™ fruit always is. He knew it was synthetic garbage, but it at least tasted somewhat like real fruit, even if the texture was a bit off. He thought back to the time when he was a young boy and his father bought him a Snakko™ apple — that was back when they still grew the real stuff — it was delicious, it tasted fresh, natural and clean.
For a moment Coldon felt at ease, he looked out over the edge of the gigantic tower block, the ground was so barely visible that he could let his mind paint it with grass, flowers and trees. Was it real? He hadn't seen a shred of flora for years, there was no "need" for it up here, everything could be produced synthetically, at lower cost, that was required for sustinence.
The sharp acidic taste of the Snakko™ fruit bit his tongue. He didn't even know what kind of fruit it was supposed to be; when he finally got down to the pip he read it out of curiosity, "Snakko™ - PEECH", was enscribed on the pip.
Coldon had never heard of a Peech, but he assumed it was one of the new blended flavours invented by Snakko™.
He looked over the distant landscape once more and wished to be down there, he wished to be free."
Formerly OBese87.
