Love
Stories and White Stripes
Our picture glows from the fusion
lights behind it. You look at me so intensely. I wish I had been able
to smile for the picture. I swear it was almost erased entirely by
that time. You worked at it. Your ways so subtle, so persistent and
convincing. Eventually I did laugh but it would be months after the
photo, months of shaking off the disillusionment that took years to
build. I am happy for us. Happy for myself for once.
The hydroponic system kicks in and
release fine white mist onto the vegetables planted by you in tidy
long rows. The way you like things. Even though you've never said it
out loud the problem of water spots on the stainless steel still
aggravates you. I can tell it is what you are thinking by the way you
buzz around the edges of the trays. Your body language says there is
still one more master stroke to make. It says life would be perfect
then but really it never is. You are already perfect and you make me
laugh. More perfect, you think. I think much the same of myself.
My desk is spotless. The suspended thin
crystal panel hangs by air vacuum wire; its surface completely blank.
The engineers wait for my next map. I can practically hear the toe
tapping. This recent deadline is respectable but I have to start from
zero again. Success is sometimes the biggest stressor. The landscapes
I created for them were exactly what they were looking for and they
wanted another. They requested a variant of the same. I imagine
something in a solar flare, something a little hotter this time; like
pepper fiddle sauce.
I voice command <SCREEN/ON>
The light in the room changes to blue;
a custom modification to ease my eyes and aide creative process.
<TOUCH/VERSION1> I announce.
I reach for the space in front of me
and begin to trace out the curves of the land that will be with my
finger.
Earth expressed its last breath a while
ago. The atmosphere released itself in a bang and the sun's radiation
waved over its surface in one fast and final flash. The scientists at
the time knew very well this end was on the way and inevitable. All
the business funded propaganda and bribery did not alter the truth of
destruction. The toxic garbage pile humans managed to create so
successfully outgrew mother nature and Earth was laid to rest. The
only positive was that almost all labeled 'environmental
conspiracists' had left the planet. Well in advance of Earth's demise
they began to invent atmosphere generators for the new target planet
of Neptune. The generators fought the challenges of its temperature
and unimaginable winds. They began to smuggle plant species to
Neptune. They found success. It was the Great Exhale; oxygen and
sustainable life on Neptune.
I find your love note beside the tea
plant.
Yes, I think. I will do just that. I
smile quietly, knowing you will appear in the teleport any second. I
am not getting any work accomplished but no one will know any better.
My heart picks up speed a little. Maybe a few more attempts at the
landscape homework.
I create a smooth curve and add chakra
colours to it in fuchsia and electric blues. I imagine a flame
building and place it along the left side. I make trees rise in small
lined groups. I colour them purple first but change my mind to gold.
Gold oak trees of a historical nature tip their leaves as the slow,
simulated-organic breeze strokes over their tops.
The scientist say the ice on Neptune is
melting at the right speed and with the new atmosphere is providing a
fine water source for oxygen particles. The ice is being heralded the
foundation for survival. Plants are growing and the animals are
establishing order.
Our pair of white tigers live quite
contently below the twenty foot balcony built of lightweight
suspension and amalgam metals. The builder's materials of choice for
everything. The tigers hardly notice us or maybe just don't care that
we are here. They are beautiful and every newly immigrated Neptunian
is encouraged to provide habitat for some species. They are, as we,
the last of their kind and are so beautifully deserving.
The technologies on Earth developed
exponentially and synchronistically. When the final surmise arrived
teleporters were active and reciprocal units placed at the new base.
The manipulation of worm holes had been achieved. Earth would benefit
the most from this achievement as willing persons could return to the
plant and incite a reparation process. It was a very difficult
pioneering but they did it.
Entrance sound plays and your beautiful
face appears on my screen.
“Hello darling.” I say quietly as I
look up from my project.
“Hello.”
“How's travel?” I ask chirpily.
“Very well. I will be back soon.”
You smile. I smile. We sit and just
look at each other through the screen.
“I have good stories to tell you
about some progress we are making on the New Earth Plains. People are
reacting positively towards the systems integration habitats. There
is a lot of room for growth.”
“That's wonderful. You're so smart
looking. When are you coming home?”
We both start laughing together. There
are some things that will never be replaced with invention like
breath and body heat and heart beat.
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("data-highlight-class-name")
There are three hundred and three
mapped worm holes in our universe. They are all employed in space
time travel. The calculations for time position fluctuations and
gravitational crush are complete. Rebirth is possible heed the
corrosion of clear ethics.
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Nicely done Jonah! You have a good start here for a novel. Want more.
ReplyDeleteHey thanks Westcoast! Means alot coming from your brain :) Scifi hurts puppies brains. lol.
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