When Man-Made
By K.E. Rodgers
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Life within the dome is comfortable, secure and predictable.What lies on the outside is the unknown; the work of the other creator.Lara, a young woman on the verge of a bright future in her world is suddenly confronted by the very thing she fears, but is more than curious about. Two worlds collide in this sci-fi short where significant choices are made and long forgotten promises are fulfilled.
K.E. Rodgers
K.E. Rodgers is a Florida native. To escape from real life obligations she loves to create unusual stories set in her beloved state. Most of her ideas come to her while in the car with the music turned up very loud. Writing is a new and enjoyable outlet that she hopes to continue for a very long time. Ms. Rodgers likes to hear from her fans. If you live in Florida or are planning a visit to St. Augustine you might see her. She'll be the one in dark sunglasses...like everyone else.
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When Man-Made - K.E. Rodgers
When Man-Made
By: K.E. Rodgers
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and events are either the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to persons living or deceased is coincidental and should be seen as such.
Location: Earth – North Western Quadrant
City: Blockdown Dome – Pop: 3,457, 823. 341
Somewhere within the dome…
Chapter 1-
My grandmother told me the thing she missed the most was the smell of the grass; the sound of the breeze running over it, the way it looked, the way it felt. I didn’t understand what she meant by this. Did we not have grass growing outside on our lawn? My mother had it brought in from the Generation plant where it was made and laid out in long sheets in front of our home. It was bright and springy, soft and cool on my bare feet. Many afternoons, I would just lie out on it, staring up and far away at the sky above.
My Nani said it was not the same. Sure it was pretty, almost flawless in its perfection. Every blade created from the finest materials of bio-engineering, put together by the best visionaries in our city. But it was not the same. It was not real. I didn’t understand.
I told her it sure looked real to me. It even felt real. How could this bed of soft earth not be real? How could this layer of organic fibers not be real? I wanted to know what this real grass looked like and why my grass couldn’t measure up to its standards.
You will never find out,
my grandmother explained, a sad note hidden in her voice. There is no real grass, not anymore. Some things are just beyond our range of knowing, no matter how much we would wish otherwise.
She steadily lowered herself onto the lawn beside me. She was old, nearly sixty years. I never wanted to get that old. And I told my eleven year old self that I never would.
They could make it better,
I said. By, they, I meant the skilled scientists and engineers of our city. I believed they were like miracle workers. If they wanted to, they could make this grass look just like the old one. I bet they could even make it smell like your grass.
I was very enthusiastic at that age. And at the time, I truly believed that our brightest visionaries could do practically anything. I believed that their range of knowing surpassed any humans before us. They had created our world through their knowledge of molecular science, chemistry, and the physiology of the natural world. Through them we could have a world that we had thought lost to us. We could make it better.
I was not yet born when the sun burned hot in the sky, when the land beneath my people’s feet trembled and rocked, when the sky turned black and many of the animals died. I could not understand why my Nani would miss a simple thing as grass, not when all I knew of this world existed inside our cities walls. I did not know this real grass and I did not miss it. You cannot miss what you never had. That was what I believed.
Don’t you like our grass, Nani?
I asked, flopping back and spreading my arms above my head. Mom bought it especially for you, so you could play that game. The one you said you played when you were my age.
I turned my head to the side to look at her. What was it called again?
Nani lay back on the soft lawn next to me, settling her hands over her stomach. Bocce ball,
she said, It was like bowling only outside and on the grass.
She smiled to herself as she looked up to the domed sky. Only if you looked closely through the clouds and light, could you see where our city ended. Beyond that dome lay the unknown.
Nani was smiling because she was reminiscing. It is a word that grown-up’s use when they want to reflect upon the past; a time when things were good or better than they are now. They can remember a time when they were happy and maybe in remembering it will make them happy now.
I like your mother’s grass, Lora, very much. It was sweet of her to think of it. There are not too many families that are as fortunate as we are to have someone so smart and capable of reproducing the natural world.
Nani brushed her aged fingers over the tips of the grass blades.
My mother was one of the renowned visionaries who were responsible for recreating a natural world within our city. They made more than grass; they made our world. Every wisp of cloud over our head, the light that shined down on us, the rain that