Future Inciting: Optical Interface, #2

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.)
 

Beyond the world’s russet haze, distractible forces have multiplied leaving a once productive society limited. Amid the dense infrastructures, a vertical life had once prospered for eons within the urban jungles that cover the now less than pallid terrain.

Limited land of this technologized habitation has left the faded glory of yesterday just a dingier version of itself to linger beneath the seas, reaching for the skies, and traveling beyond the stars. Although the prospect of 4026 seems bleaker than eight years prior, many still seek answers. Answers that at one time only lie within a meager few of its residents. However even those few had no idea that what the governing sectors had kept secret for millenniums when released upon the world would cause as much havoc as it had. 

Soar on the back of a flying boards’ propulsion to defy gravity while fleeing for your limited freedom 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 and now far more bleak than that of our own.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Eri Nelson
• Release date: Aug 21, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386176077

Book preview

Chapter 1 A Change in Age

The landscape translated as a red backdrop against the narrow-rimmed visor giving the vertical elements of the earthly realm a dismal chrome exterior. Atop each perpendicular construction, living elements glowed inwardly illuminating a center of crimson that gradually turns from yellow to a green thin line outlining the being’s structure. Humanity was much like the stationary beings in the sense of the color makeup. However, the centers were far less red and made of mostly a yellow composition. Although, as it had been examined the human figures would glow considerably redder when they were inciting havoc among the cities landscapes.

It had been the Simems, Synthetic Interactive Mediator Electro-Mechanical Simulators, who would read this increase in color fluctuation and enact peaceful protocols on the masses who had gathered with a destructible function in mind.

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The temple thumping signal had been pounding for the last twenty minutes. Making much of the drowsy haze she was feeling suffer under the constant tempo. The sporadically shrieking had been set along the alert system to the room she had chosen to take up in last night to wake her more than an hour ago.

Finally moving under the pull of the screeching alarm, issuing her wake up time, she raised her right arm in range of the room’s sensors so that the annoying sound would finally stop. However, as the room began to groan under the alternation variation for the floor the room was situated on, she realized the door to the room had begun to open by a push of the hand from the hallway’s entry detector.

The alternation variation of the building was a common reality to the vertical life pushed upon humanities overpopulated survival. With a close proximity of the cities’ tower-styled-living a necessity of requiring energy to the inhabitants of each structure became a prerequisite. With the demand of power, the human-created-ground-tethered-features became reliant on solar energy, which was an opposite demand of the flying plights of travel, Air Automentals or AMSes. Either smaller classes that were owned by the populace or larger shuttles to full on star classed space ships secreted a fine mist based on the hydropower unlike any of its earliest creations inauguration from earlier periods in time. Once again, the towers of the cities worked on solar, which were obtained by the towers themselves alternating the slow to almost minuscule movements of each floor to access the sunlight to establish its own energy source. It had been proven that even the sun’s rays influenced onto the moon’s surface could on the clearest of nights radiate enough energy for a week for the entire earth’s inhabitants.

I’m getting up, she yelled.

You better because there is another raid on their way, a male voice said.

Raising her head off her pillow, she moved the mass of hair blocking her view to the young man standing in the entryway to the room, she was still occupying. He was wearing white jeans, an open white button down white shirt displaying much of his partially haired chest, and bare feet, she recognized him to be Tice. It would appear that her time set alarm did not only wake her up but another resident to where she had crashed last night under her workload.

Tice Taten had started working alongside his father a few months back. Although she was quick to recognize who he was she was not moved either by his work or his presence in his family’s home.

What do you mean they are on their way?

I mean there are AMSes screeching to a halt outside of the building as we speak, he said as he raised his arms to both sides of the doorframe showing a lateral line of hair traveling down the length of his abdominal disappearing behind the seam of his jeans.

What about the rest of you, she asked as she began to wipe the sleep from her eyes.

They aren’t here for us, he said with a slight amusement to his voice.

Realizing he was looking at her legs exposed from out beneath the covers she quickly reached for and pulled the blankets that had been discard to the side of the bed over to cover the backside view of her that he had been finding so amusing.

Well then back out of the door so I can get dressed and get out of here before they do want all of you here as well, she hissed as if upset that he dared take in her appearance without her permission.

Once the agitating male had moved away from the entryway, the door had swished back to its closed demeanor. However, that did not stop the room’s current occupant from jumping up and rendering the door useless from being opened from the hallway again by enacting the locking mechanism. Slapping her forehead with her palm, she mumbled her criticism to herself over being so laxed as to not locking her door the prior night.

Shaking her head then actually shaking her full body over her narrow escape, she looked about the room in which to gather up her clothing to move forward in a hasty dress. Once she was fully clothed, she tossed about the messy white-faced room with its white linens, meager furniture, and belongings obviously left behind by prior occupants to find her impetusboard and backpack.

Her impetusboard is a version of a long-ago skate board that uses the earth’s gravity in a rather unique propulsion to keep the rider hundreds of feet above the ground.

The brightly painted board and many of her other items typically have shown themselves out in much of the pallid featured surroundings that lingered about her in any given day. Although, last night she had found herself more tired than usual and the room she stayed in had obviously paid the price for it in its disarray.

Finally locating her board and pack, she heard the raised voices coming from the main room of the apartment. They were on her tail once again. Who they were was still a matter of uncertainty since each new day seemed to bring an onslaught of pursuits from one of the factions among their world.

Not willing to take the time to figure out which faction was in pursuit today, she opened up the room’s window and crawled out on the ninetieth floor’s ledge. Here it was a tuck of the board under her feet with her backpack harnessed onto her back while she thrust herself off the ledge into the air of the city.

Although the summer at times could be unbearable, she still preferred to keep with some sort of sleeves along her arms. As for her legs, it was either long ankle length exterior coverings or at least something going down to her mid-thigh. At this time of year, the thermals exuding off of the sun and warming the updraft of the earth below were far from the chill of fall or winter. However, the wind in itself could sometimes be a bit overwhelming so our twenty-four-year-old impetusboard flier preferred even a sheer covering to her form as she soars through the skies.

Raising her thin sleeve, she took in account her readings upon her wrist variometer. The gage’s sensitivity had her seeking a continuous flight on the back of the updrafts for as long as she could remember ever owning an impetusboard. Of course, her current board was one of her oldest. She had purchased the board just outside the technologized city, Highfer Krone, where she had spent the majority of her childhood some eight years ago from a Tradesman. The unique board to date had been the only one she had ever seen that connected to her optical interface and acting out her every move before she physically moved her weight upon the board itself. Even now as she took in her measurements from the thermals and almost barely missed the movement from her peripheral vision, the board had corrected before she herself might have miss stepped in her instinctual response. Her stolen medium of exchange which had allowed her purchase of the board, at the time, had been valued although an unlawful decision she still had not brought herself to admit was anything but a needed action due to her circumstances at the time.

Medium of exchanges were accumulated currency stored on individual communicators for each member of society.

However, as the board had first insight into her interface and hence her acknowledgement of the followers now in pursuit it was not long before Jayda once again was racing through the now clearly stained white towers of Klever Kigh.

The towers were about two thousand seven hundred feet, roughly about two hundred plus stories high. Each floor of the massive high-rises were on a timetable rotation that collected solar energy by sun or reflection of the sun off the moon. These immense towers covered the earth. Hence creating a very movable structure that not only allowed each floor their own access to sunlight during the day but also in turn established its own source of energy. Although, beyond solitary forms such as the towers, moving vessels typically ran on hydropower verses the land barren structures that used the sun for a solar secretion of energy. In order to obtain a more substantial source of energy for all inhabitants it was established the housing elements as well as structures in their entirety must be equipped with a maximum rotation that would allow each floor the needed time to store power.

Her dives and twist would clearly make any novice to board travel very noticeably sick. Something that unfortunately splattered onto Jayda’s shoulder as one noticeably wire thin female pursuer did. She had been able to get considerably close to Jayda before she lost her place in the sky under her ailing stomach.

Using her most favorable maneuver, Jayda nose-dived down to the streets below where she barely brushed the metallic surface of one of the Simems head’s before she twisted into an upturn to thrust in a hard ascent to the clouds. On this occasion, she was able to lose the three current pursers and be acknowledged by the visor of the Simems she had lightly nudge by the tip of her board. Smiling back at the Simems, she wickedly waved to his acknowledgment.

Klever Kigh like most of its brethren cities such as Highfer Krone where Jayda had originated had changed a great deal in the last eight years. 4026 had not just brought a woman out of her teen’s but it had also turned a brightly colored white world into one that now wore itself heavy in the russet haze that had come from the dishevel of the world’s populace.

The future was not as brightly infused in those once-upon-days where Jayda could have sworn she would have wanted anything outside of her pallid reality. However, that longing had been for more color than their energy saving, peace minded, aeronautically infused purities of their chosen white infused world had given her. Truthfully, their populace embracing white as the shade of choice was done with the world’s outcome in consideration. With no longer creating waste pushed on by overly needed dyes to show individuality they were saving many parts of earth. And for some time, their world had been proven to be peaceful, productive, and that of the most hygienic of any time period linked to the human existence. Although, now the faded glory of yesterday was just a dingier version of itself and whatever color Jayda had longed for was now even more dulled by the current more hostile reality that she and her father had brought to the world.

Sighing to herself as she soared through the towers of Klever Kigh, Jayda found herself missing the landscapes of Highfer Krone. The brothers were much alike as any of the cities were related. However, the difference for Jayda was the realism of hers and her father’s current situation. Having to move from one