Ch. 1 Wounded Man
She looked to the left. The window was flung open by a storm that covered the skies. She stood, her dark brown hair was pulled back, out of her face, held only with a thin yellow thread. She slipped on her house shoes, her light pink evening gown swayed as she slowly approached the window. Outside were sounds of sirens. Lights flashed alternating colors of blue and red. There was screaming, most definitely a male, perhaps in distress. She leaned, slightly hanging out of the window. The rain stung as it hit her arms and face, she cowered back into the safety of the house.
A man approached her window. He was soaking wet and held his stomach as though he had been injured. His black hair clung to his face. His eyes were two different colors. One was green, almost glowing with the undertone of hope. The other, black, like a dark vortex just waiting to consume your soul. She backed against the door unsure of the intruder that was now laying on the floor of her dwelling. He was panting heavily. Water covered her floor as it mixed with another liquid. Was it zopa?! No, it was red. Zopa, though commonly mistaken for clear, had a light essence of blue. Besides only the government used zopa.
“Help me, please,” he gasped for air.
She jumped at the sound of his voice. No one spoke anymore. It had been centuries since the last words were vocalized. Everyone had their own automated switchboard that they had used to speak.
“Please,” he begged, “I have done nothing wrong.”
She approached him. Being careful to avoid the fluid on the floor. She held out her hand and pushed a button on the device that was securely wrapped on her wrist. It looked like a watch that had opened into a holographic computerized simulator. A small, childlike, girl materialized.
“Greetings,” giggled the small child.
The man jumped as though he had never seen the device before. It was the most common of gadget among her people. The people of the Improved Earth.
“It is okay, I will not harm you,” the child smiled, “I must request that you remove yourself from the liquidized substance in order for me to assist you.”
The girl’s face remained emotionless it was almost unnerving. It sent chills running through the man’s spine. He slid out of the puddle as directed. She pointed a laser at him. He slammed his eyes shut fearing the worst. He came to realize, after moments of cringing, he was not dead. Instead, he found himself drier aside from the small amount of red liquid seeping through his shirt, and warmer as though he was never outside in the storm.
She then helped him up and ushered him into another room. This didn’t look at all like anything he had ever seen before there was a huge machine that was set in the middle of the area.
“Please climb into the machine,” the child stated plainly.
There was a small opening at the base of the contraption. He slowly crept into the opening and ascended a small stairway. There was a huge glass bubble-like formation inside. This was filled with lasers going in every direction. They were many colors. Some blue, red, orange, even multicolored ones. They suddenly turned and pointed his direction. He became fearful and started to back away. He found himself unable to go back. The floor began to convey him toward the lasers. He started to shake violently. A familiar voice came over what seemed like an intercom. The child appeared before him.
“I assure you sir, you are safe now, these lasers, though appear hazardous will not harm you. Now if you would please quit moving, so that it can make a proper diagnosis, it would be greatly appreciated.”
The man felt an overwhelming calm and fell into a haze.