***AD 3028, September 28th***Noah glanced at Ivan, his hand pausing on the brake, sighting a hustling bustling rooftop. He zoomed in on the view on the widescreen. They were at the top layer of the troposphere, and this ordinary sunny rooftop less than a hundred meters away from them rather looked like…“It looks like a picnic spot. Doesn’t look like a headquarters of anything, unless it is a headquarters of ‘the Aero-volleyball Association’,” he voiced his concern.“You’ve become quite witty… and charming during the last two years, my guy,” Ivan pushed his shoulder, nearly shoving him against the curvature of the window glass beside him. He cleared his throat, straightening up and shoving him back. He’d trained like hell for two years, and he’d be upset if this scum of the earth could still take him out in a melee.“Don’t be stupid, Ivan. You know these guys. Usually, one or two of them would patrol on the roof, while the rest of their nest spent their days and nights doing their p
“You are so young. How come do you have those eyes?” once she asked me. I was not sure what she was referring to. Later, I found out, and I had been using them as my weapons. I scared them: that was good. Scare or be scared.I remember my first murder. Vividly. How could I ever forget? I killed him. Again. Again. Again. Again. And again. I finally lost my c
(( Playlist: Burn it Down by Linkin Park))Have you ever seen betta fish tanks? The smallest ones in the market? They are the size of water bottles, with each containing a single fish. Despite being tiny itself, the fish could not swim around in such a tank. Sometimes, a large tank is divided into multiple compartments of that size.Now Imagine rows and rows of those rectangular glass compartments, increase the scale of the size and replace each betta with a human, more accurately, a small human, and there you have it home sweet home for nameless children.The entire floor comprised a hundred of those transparent coffin rooms. It was bedtime, and the light was dim. They were all supposed to be sleeping on their narrow beds in their rooms. Unlike betta fishes, they were not expected to bump into the wall or go into a fight with another male. They were as obedient as a human could be.The walls were not ordinary
((Playlist: My Songs Know What You Did In the Dark by Fall Out Boy)) They were at the end of the endlessly long corridor before the row of elevators. The man and the boy: the former in flawless skin, perfectly proportionate body, and gray scrubs and pants, and in sneakers, while the latter was sickly, lanky, and in white pajamas and barefoot. The younger one was hesitating to take one more step. Something flashed past in the man’s eyes: visible alertness. He went unnaturally stiff before uttering, “Get in, son. We don’t have all day.” His chilling tone filled the silence, but the boy did not seem to have heard. Always this one in the middle, twenty-five thought. There were other six elevators but always this one. Like other things that had always been the same. Like his behavior. Once or twice a year, he would hear that creepy gentle voice since he had arrived on this floor. Every time, he would be frightened. Non
(( Playlist: The Arena by Lindsey Stirling))Typically, the metropolitan area was a riddle of establishments, multiple layers of roads, and flying vehicles and devices. Buildings rose miles above clouds, tall, thin, round, twisty, flat; they were in various shapes and forms. Different types of flying vehicles: cars, buses, trucks, or ambulances, some running at almost lighting speed and some lazing around in their respective air lanes. Smells of smoke, oil, dishes, and indistinguishable stuff filled the air. Sirens blared in the distance.A voluptuous hovercar, looking a lot like an upside-down bowl, was heading in the opposite direction of civilization. All the paint works had peeled off, covered in dents and scratches, it was one ugly machine. It exited the city of light and sky behind and was on the way to another city that was everything the first one was not.As it had gained around a hundred kilometers, the lan
((Playlist: Psycho by Muse))Two voices. One voice was deep. Another was slightly high-pitched, like younger. At first, those were muffled indistinguishable noises with silent intervals. Maybe it was hours later or another day when twenty-five could make out the words. They were talking about someone. Something phenomenon, they said.
((Playlist: Radioactive by Imagine Dragons))“Please give us another chance, sir.” Dr. Gable Raciti, Clinical Research Scientist,—as his virtual name card read—broke the silence. “I have a plan in my mind. I am certain it will produce a result. If it doesn’t, I will take full responsibility for that.”The rest of the group that comprised mostly scientists and a few surgeons, glanced at one another.“Go on,” commanded the director.The other man stood up from his seat before giving a bow to the smaller man.“Subject 0025 is over the age limit and he is showing no result,” he paused and then open slideshows in the place where Dr. Lance had stood. The series of pictures that depict a variety of animals such as monkeys, guinea pigs, and cows and brief notes caused a few people to raise their eyebrows.“It would be a waste if we let him die
((Playlist: Smells Like Teen Spirit by Nirvana)) When he left, twenty-five repeated the word ‘gift’ silently. It was an unfamiliar word. Strange. The gift stung his skin. He might have found his palm bleeding if he looked at his palm. He did not open his palm until lunch, just as the doctor had instructed.
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