Emily is a New York native who has worked in various fields ranging from construction and manufacturing to end-of-life care. Having raised a family for the past two decades, she is eager to pursue her own passions once again as a writer.
There was no rumble or rattle within the baggage car of passenger train e503 as it shot like a streak of white lightning, magnetically suspended through the vacuum tubes of the westbound hi-line. Electric blue light lined the aisleway bathing the space in cool serenity as the train traveled upwards of 300 kilometers per hour. Even the body lying in a crumpled heap at the rear of the compartment was a paradox of silent stillness but for the slow rise and fall of his subtle breath. The only sound to pierce the reverie came from the twinkling tones of the self-illuminated hologram rising in shivering static lines from a pile of disturbed luggage.