It was dark and cold with the tiniest amount of sunlight streaming in. The air smelled musty and he felt a dampness creeping in through to his bones. He squinted to see, while he waited for his eyes to adjust. Where was he? He could hear water flowing and the sound of falling rocks being disturbed by the water.
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There was a hand, emerging from the shadows. Slender and grey.
Casinos have no windows, causing people to lose all consensus of time. You enter at noon and exit early the next morning with only feeling as if three hours had passed when in all actuality twelve had soared by. Can we call that Time Travel?
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The air reeked of cigarettes and alcohol along with other substances of an illegal nature. The counters of the bar were filled with men and women from the worst of humanity, hunched over the stained marble, ordering drinks to fit in or to simply wash away their sorrows. Men in the darkened corners sat with guns tucked underneath their smart jackets. This was not the place for a type of man like John. Then again, nowhere was quite the place for him, imposing in height, strength, and cybernetics, he would always be deemed a threat, even In a bar like this filled with men whose defining characteristics were threatening. He walked through the metal door frame that was about one foot too small for him, forcing him to duck underneath it. Four men and one woman turned their attention to John for a slight moment but quickly broke eye contact and went back to their drinks. John made his way against the crowd that danced and moved in rhythmic patterns, blanketed in a blue hue that reminded him of the old days of LCD monitors, which were now extinct technologically. The days of monitors and user-interfaces were coming to an end, replaced by cybernetics, just as the days of written letters were ended by the invention the email and social networks. John knew this; he knew it, in the moment during his college years studying law enforcement and cyber security when he saw a video of man use the power of his mind to operate a motor of a mechanical arm. So when the first augments hit the market he made the smart decision to receive them in the aftermath of an accident which the insurance paid for in its entirety. The operation ended with the amputation of his arms and legs, replaced by more powerful than what he had before. He was the man of the modern age, capable of any great feat that previously only possible by gods and demigods of myth and lore in works of fiction.
I open my eyes to a city whose extravagance perfectly parallels the mundane nature of Angele Emerald.
Eyes flutter open. Sun shines through glass wall. The bed wraps itself around him, trying to hold him in slumber just a little longer, but today is a new day. His upper body flings forward in a perfect 90 degree angle, with a smile.
Catch up here: ONE, TWO, THREE
Catch up here: ONE and TWO