Future At First Sight: Optical Interface, #1

By Eri Nelson

**An Artistic Rendering**
 
(All of Eri Nelson's work are her own expressive interpretations of words. Hence a great deal of morphological reasoning is broken.)
 

Published (January 21, 2016)

Beyond the world’s now pallid face, distractions are limited and energy has been proven more productive. Amid the dense infrastructures, a vertical life had prospered for eons within the urban jungles that now cover much of the terrain.

Limited land has left a technologized inhabitants to dive beneath the seas, reach for the skies, and travel beyond the stars. Although even the prospect of 4018 seeks for answers that lie within only a meager few of its residents but even these few have no idea what the governing sectors have kept secret for millenniums. 

Soar free on the back of a flying boards’ propulsion to defy gravity with the unorthodox author Eri Nelson as she writes the telling of one future young woman’s optical interface connection that will not only have you flying intermediately between the mountainous skyscrapers in a race for escapes but have you projected out and beyond your physical sphere to wonder a world far ahead of our own.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Eri Nelson
• Release date: Dec 26, 2016
• ISBN: 9781518854590

Book preview

Chapter 1  The Great White Escape

From the blackness of space to beyond the world’s thinly lined walls making up much of its atmosphere is a forest. Genetically engineered to cohabitate the highest elevations, wildly administered variations of foliage top the farthest heights of the skyscrapers lining the planet’s crust in a very close proximity of each other. Beyond the greenery, that it is relatively thick when it is looked down upon from a soaring elevation is a clean white lacing to the earth tones of this uniquely inhabited planet.

White not because of the seasonal changes that take place among its circumference but because the inhabitants of this world have embarked upon the most aeronautical, less distracting, energy saving, peace minded, and cleanliness of the purest colors known to humankind. No longer is there manufactured waste of dyes to induce color-appealing methods. For white, which now holds the most productive enticements, known to humankind out ranks the need for overdone colorings.

Although the majority of the earth’s inhabitants are appeased by the majority of color, or lack of, infusing their existence some are not...

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With a quick twist of her hair, she piled the large mass of locks onto the top of her head. She will be cutting it close this morning but she is determined to set off on her plans. Therefore, it is a quick dart back to the bedrooms to find her shoes.

The walk back through the hall passes by with much dismay. They are so white... the walls; in fact, the entirety of the interior is pallid. However, these rooms are no different from any other establishment on the planet. Of course, her yearning to find just one place here amidst their world that did not reek of sterility, had to date failed. Even spotting one singular soul daring a chance of color in their clothing had been unsuccessful. Her clothes if truth be told, as she looks down past the handkerchief cut trim of her dress to her white stocking covered feet, were alas much like everyone else’s. That was if she allowed them the total control over her. It is that bit of mutiny running through her that made this morning’s mission a must.

Darting into the room, to where the shoes of the prior nights purchase had been half heartedly discarded the night before, she  gather’s up the newly bought white boots with their white laced strings straggling out and up from the tops. It is then a one-footed hobble out the door to once again follow the path down the hallway as she tries her best to put each shoe on while continuing to move in the direction of the door.

A few feet within the sensor, the door does not open. ‘The male’ has obviously overruled the code of the door. Figures, Quadina would pick the one male within their world that would try to be a father figure by passing his rulings on to her.

Scurrying back into the living room a stool is found. With a fumble through her pockets, a makeshift screwdriver is brought out and a control panel faceplate is removed. A few toggles plugged and cords prodded, the door swooshes open to her release.

Right outside the main door is their entryway where her favorite multi painted impetusboard is stashed along with her mutually decorated backpack, that she hurriedly put on over her shoulder, and their coats and outer garments set aside for whatever the weather outside may hold for them.

Impetusboard under her arm which like her backpack was decorated by her now far from white with the unpopular stylings of a seventies flower child pattern, she turns to hear a shout from the door. The male is up and signaling to Quadina that her daughter has jimmied the door once again. His alarm is enough of a signal to her to get out now as quickly as she can. Therefore, with a dart down the two steps outside their entryway’s entrance of their apartment building, she jumps down to the outer hallways window. The glass is standard and although safety proof not meant to keep its occupants sealed up inside for safekeeping. In fact, there are not much of the external boundaries of their residence that are not safe to the populace. The only unsafe part of flying out of a skyscraper, outside the obvious, in her escape route plan is the alternation variation given to each floor of their building and every other building that resides here among their planet. The movable structures not only allow each floor their own access to sunlight during the day but also in turn establishes their own source of energy. Although, moving vessels typically run on hydropower and those land barren structures, such as her apartment building she was planning on jumping from, use the sun for a solar secretion of energy. In order to obtain more substantial source of energy for all its inhabitants such rotations of all the floors are needed in which to store power.

No matter how safe the building safety is a relevant term as one pushes the glass forward to open the window, jumps up on the sill, uses her left hand to place the board under her left foot, places her right hand on the upper frame of the window, and employs her right foot to push off from the eleventh floor window. This free fall of the impetusboard had her directly in the middle of the whizzing by of the heavy morning white faced shark like panels of the congestion on their way to work. It is one of those sharply topped air automentals, which made up their traffic, that she grabbed hold of to gain speed in which to thrust herself further above the flow of the air automentals’ interchanges.

It is the screeching of the morning white haze of gridlock grazing each other in non-fatal smashups, of course these were brought on by her push from their floor and her now thrusting upward force to gain in latitude, that has fetched ‘the male’ to the hall window to watch her wave as she made her hasty get away. Standing there shocked leaving his very bronzed skin flushed in amazement.

‘The male ‘does have a name. However, since the time he had taken a more firm place about their home he had been referred to as the ‘the male’ by the youngest resident residing with them. Although, his caramel tone composure is from time to time tested by the teen, he simply smiles making his jaw stubble tighten and dark brown eyes sparkle with a hint of mischief.

Soaring up above the rush of the traffic, she throws her arms wide to float on her board among the trees that sit upon each and every skyscraper. These monumental white structures house the people of the planet.

Here soaring wildly she was free. Once her position had been heightened by her mountainous like view she began to nose-dive down below with a smile on her face over her successful escape. Darting the board down to the sidewalk below she smirked over her success. The impetusboard is a version of a long ago skate board that uses the earth’s gravity in a rather unique propulsion to the keep the rider up and above the ground.

Once reaching the pavement she stomps on the end of the impetusboard, which immediately had the board bounce up and into her hand. With the board under her arm, she is off to the small park adjacent from her apartment building. Here she herself had planted a few plants for such an event as today. On the other hand, perhaps it should have been yesterday’s occasion. Of course the male and Quadina had stopped her then of making that day an occasion. Instead, it was today where she had anxiously rushed to sit next to her camellias.

Usually growing best in shaded areas as well as well draining soil, she had chosen the slope of a tree to be the perfect place for this year’s harvest of camellias. Actually, every fall the collection of seedpods had commenced once the plants had turned brown and were ready to crack open. Once this has occurred the mature camellia seedpods can be soaked for twelve or so hours prior to being planted. This process was to help to ensure that seeds would not dry out since the plant itself needs frequent watering.

Slipping her backpack off of her back, she unzipped a zipper and pulled her push-plate-heat-copulator from one of the small pockets off the side. The small unit was no longer than her index finger as well as being less than a centimeter in thickness. This very small stick looking contraption presented forth with a very small slit in its side and a clear applicator tip that glowed after it had processed whatever had been slid within its slit at the side.

Taking a few petals from one of the camellias, she inserted them into the small sliver of a slot at the side of the push-plate-heat-copulator. Once the applicator took in the petals at its slit entrance it was within a few seconds that the clear applicator tip now glowed pink, the exact same color that the camellia plant can produce as a dyeing color.

With a cheekiest smirk to her face, she took the tip and touched one of the lacings to her shoes. Inside of a minute, the color infused its way up the lace to the opposite end creating a very pink lacing.

This renegade fleeing her home to show her individuality in a very white-faced world is Jayda, a sixteen-year-old very leggy longhaired botanist. Much aware that botany is a dying study in a world in which has a food replicator existing in every home. However, the desire for food from the ground drove the need for further study within a few like Jayda. In addition, the ability of plants to create such things as dyes which enabled Jayda, giving her a spark of individuality as well as helping a great deal in her choosing of studies. Moreover, among a world that seemed determined to stamp themselves in the same color as well as the same worldly goals, as it came to their advances in technology, seemed to be appropriate to her defiant nature, much to her mother and ‘the male’s dismay.

Their world was earth in 4018. It is pretty much as if one would expect or dare to image. Transportation now is solely within flight due to a world that is very much over populated. This vital form of travel has become a necessity. Although going by foot is not discouraged, it is just often dismaying due to not being able to see beyond the buildings that overcome much of the earth’s soil. Of course, you could live under the earth’s oceans and if you would like more of an open territory, you could always live off world. However, at sixteen most preferred to be on the home world where study could be advanced ahead by the greatest minds known to humankind.

Schooling has changed over the decades, which is one thing Jayda under her detour to her mother’s wishes will un-doubtly not be late for this morning. Although, Quadina is dead set on her daughter’s classes being within their own home. Why she is so against Jayda taking classes on wherever she may be at the time is a true mystery to Jayda. Being globally taught the masses tune into roll call through the student’s own heads. This is where classes are literally undergone so pupils do not necessarily need to be at home or in a classroom. An interface is set up through the optical nerves and classes can be viewed within the mind’s eye. Although, not everyone at sixteen is as advanced or so far head that they already hold a degree in botany. However, where the world may lack numerous botanists they do not lack in engineers. In fact, Jayda herself is continuing on in environmental engineering. Of course, the more popular engineering fields of the time are electro-mechanical, bio, and chemical.

With her laces now dyed, Jayda stretched out on the small space of grass available to her at the corner park. Admittedly, she was a bit tired after her whiz through the city although it was time for her classes to begin through her optical interface. At birth, the optical fibers are inserted through the nerves