As ya'll know, I love to write and draw. LOVE it.
I've got a great story mapped out in my head, a futuristic, post-apocalyptic story. I finally started on it. Please tell me what ya think and let me
know if you'd like me to post more as I update.
It was a day like any other, and Adora saw blood.
Every day was like any other here in Orbis... though this one seemed surreal, somehow.
She could not remember much of her dream... except blood. She remembered seeing blood... spotted on the ground, somewhere... and remembered the
feeling of urgency... a strange rush...
But, alas, it was only a dream.
It was bright, as any other day... the sun shone with a fantastic, yet overwhelmingly bright glare over the great city. Orbis shone with a brilliance
unparallelled, every silvery shining building glistening as though they were each their own star, and the great nation illuminated with life as yet
another day began.
Adora blinked herself awake, suddenly taken by anxiousness, her heart giving a nervous thump. She didn't want to slack, or she would be late for her
She sat upright, squinting around her room, attempting to clear her vision. It was obvious, even without looking into a mirror, that her hair was
mangled and crooked. She felt it pointing in several different directions.
Short as her hair was, barely reaching the top of her neck, she still liked to keep it mostly groomed.
Glancing at the digital clock on the table by her bedside, and noticing it was five minutes after seven, she realized she'd overslept by about
Adora stood, streching, her night gown crinkling as she did. That blue night gown, like everyone elses, was thin, brisk, and now that she was sixteen
years old, it now only reached her knees. She could remember a time when her night gown tented her whole body, and concealed her feet. My, how she'd
grown over the years.
Her father always said such things. My, how she'd grown...
Adora knelt on her bed, watching the nation outside. Her and her father's shared two-bedroom unit was on the twenty-seventh flour, so, from the great
big window along her bedside, she had a great view of the silvery shining city buildings.
Orbis was wonderful, she knew. A beautiful, flawless place where many people live and prosper, friends are made, romance breeds, and society thrives.
And it was enormous, too... hundreds and thousands of miles were covered by Orbis, its silver buildings, its transport ways rails, its education
centers and unit buildings... It was all the world was, and all the world knew.
Adora lived here all her life, as everyone did. It certainly was not your average old-school city. Someone from the old days may have called it a
one-world government, or a control-bound conspiracy. But here, in our time, everyone understood it to be the greatest option humanity could ask for.
There was rarely conflict, there were no political parties, and controversy was a thing of the past.
It was not a place you could simply leave.
Adora knew, as everyone did, that outside of Orbis was only dead land. Empty, uninhabited land where even the strongest species couldn't hope to
survive... it consisted only of ruins of the old world, a corrupted, harsh world from a time when humanity was divided, remains of a world-wide
nuclear war, where horrible weather and radiation consumed the air and the elements.
No one lived in the dead land. Orbis, the enormous, singular nation, was the one unit of humanity.
And a gorgeous place, it was.
After overlooking her beautiful home from the window, Adora let slip a smile, then hopped off the bed and headed into the narrow hallway that linked
her room with her father's room, and the bathroom in between the two.
Adora took her uniform off the hook in the bathroom, changed clothes, and examined herself in the mirror. After painting subtle black and silvery
make-up and black mascara on her big, luminous, oceanic blue eyes, she brushed her short hair down until it was unfrazzled, and under the bulb in the
bathroom, her crimson red hair seemed to glow like a blood-colored lava lamp.
Satistied with her appearence, she checked her watch.
It was huge, too huge for her tiny wrist, but it was a glorious golden watch that her father gave her when she was very young, so she wore it on a
regular basis. It barely fit into the dress code at her school.
Not that she much cared.
Adora often silently questioned the rules of her society, but never thought it important enough to voice. And, even if her golden watch broke the
dress code, she'd still wear it. She would have to hide it within the uniform's sleeve, though.
"Adora!" A hearty voice called.
Adora poked her head out of the bathroom, peering into the front room of the unit, where the front door and the kitchen were.
She spotted her father, standing at the fridge, holding something in his hand, waving her forward, gesturing for her to approach, and she did.
Adora stepped out of the bathroom and walked up to her father.
He was a tall, slightly wirey man, with long, flowing jet-black hair, and the same deep, bright blue eyes that Adora had, and his hair was, most of
the time, tied back into a long ponytail, which laid on his back. He wore rectangular glasses, and his chin was dotted with stubble.
"Got to go to work early today, sweetheart." He told her.
Adora stared up at him, nearly a foot shorter than him.
"I made you a sandwitch for breakfast, here." He handed the sandwitch to her. "Now I've gotta take the transport, okay? Have a good day, I love you."
He leaned down, grasping his daughter's cheeks softly, and giving her a light kiss on the forehead. Then, he turned, slipped on his coat, and headed
out the door.
Adora watched him go.
She often wished she had more time to spend with her loving father. It was a long time since the last time they qualified for a vacation, and she
would love to get a week permit to the poolhouse from the RAC. The Regional Authority Center.
The Regional Authority Center was the organization in charge of ruling a particular sect of Orbis, and in order to take a vacation from school or
work, you needed to get a permit from them. You must be on record if you're taking a vacation, otherwise your chip wouldn't verify any reservation
you'd make at the poolhouse, because your vacation wouldn't be on record, and if you took a vacation without a permit, you'd be considered a breaking
threat, and you'd get in serious trouble.
A breaking threat, according to the RAC, was a citizen or group that could potentially be planning against the Imperium, or planning to break out of
Orbis. Breaking threats were usually rare, but when they're pursued, they're pretty heavily punished.
The Imperium was the elite government of Orbis, who made all the laws and regulations for all the different RACs, and all the citizens of Orbis.
Sighing at the thought of the red tape involved with vacationing, she ate her sandwitch in about two minutes flat, wiped her little mouth clean, then
headed out the door.
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