Kindura
03-07-2005, 23:00
Scene: Low orbit. It is night over a living planet. The horizon slowly begins to glow with the light of an unseen blue sun.
Scene: A pastoral, desperately innocent countryside. Trees, dirt roads, farmhouses are set in light and shadow, as if in worship of a blue sun, just outside the camera’s frame. Clouds pass by slowly, eternally.
Opposite the sun, the sky becomes filled with a bloody red glow. The shockwave desecrates the land, sweeping away the grass, turning the sky to poison.
Your eyes open. Dim blue light. You stare at a ceiling for a long while; vague and shifting images flashing through your head. You relax your eyes, and for a few precious moments, allow yourself to breathe.
cut to
Scene: Looking down upon a bloodred sun. A ruddy disk of gas and dust hangs in orbit.
Blue - A Kinduran Introspective
cut back
You turn over your covering and rise, naked. You are in a spacious apartment, furnished with plump furniture and various technological devices. You walk to a clustering of plump, yet firm sitting-machines, lounge, pick up a remote control from a small table, activate the A/V.
A roundish area of the wall comes to life. You see a series of technical devices and diagrams, all beyond your depth.
“-ld take several decades to develop. Meanwhile, the dream of instantaneous hyperdrive will have to remain only that.”
Cut to a young, professionally dressed woman, standing in front of an impossible mass of metal cylinders.
“From Eortan Metaphysics Labs, this has been Alan Vireo for S-NAV.”
The screen shows a more mature woman in elegant clothing, seated within a circular desk.
“The Assembly is expected to vote down a motion by the Xenology Commission to begin limited contact with foreign civilizations. The initiative has sparked widespread criticism, particularly among military circles. Here to join-“
You walk into a small square area of tile. A nose-plug hanging from the ceiling hooks into your nostrils, and you press a small button on the outward face. Four walls of blue glass rise around you, the tank fills with pleasantly cool water through small holes in the floor. You allow yourself to gently float as complex salts and sonic waves wear off grime. There is no fear of germs. Atmospheric scrubbing and elaborate medical care keep the environment sterile.
The water drains and the walls recede into the floor.
“Oh, the savour! Real meat from Harcon Farms.”
“Far in the wilderness… The boundless Stalos System at your command.“
Airborne electric currents draw moisture off your skin. You glance at the A/V to images of an air-conditioned blue-lit cabin, insulated from the hostile void of space. Approaching the hygene table you strap on a flexible headmask-
“The raw power of a Consumer Aggregate Starcruiser, starting at ☼98,372!”
-completely removing stubbled hair and dermal flaws. Hair on the head and neck is considered uncivilized, while hair on the rest of the body is considered a sexual attribute.
At the dresser, you begin to put on a simple one-piece suit to cover your entire body.
“Two new drydocks are expected at Jotano Fleetyards within the next month. Expanding ind-“
You attach a sonic earplug and turn to a music channel. You shut off the A/V and leave through your apartment’s automatic door.
Scene: A pastoral, desperately innocent countryside. Trees, dirt roads, farmhouses are set in light and shadow, as if in worship of a blue sun, just outside the camera’s frame. Clouds pass by slowly, eternally.
Opposite the sun, the sky becomes filled with a bloody red glow. The shockwave desecrates the land, sweeping away the grass, turning the sky to poison.
Your eyes open. Dim blue light. You stare at a ceiling for a long while; vague and shifting images flashing through your head. You relax your eyes, and for a few precious moments, allow yourself to breathe.
cut to
Scene: Looking down upon a bloodred sun. A ruddy disk of gas and dust hangs in orbit.
Blue - A Kinduran Introspective
cut back
You turn over your covering and rise, naked. You are in a spacious apartment, furnished with plump furniture and various technological devices. You walk to a clustering of plump, yet firm sitting-machines, lounge, pick up a remote control from a small table, activate the A/V.
A roundish area of the wall comes to life. You see a series of technical devices and diagrams, all beyond your depth.
“-ld take several decades to develop. Meanwhile, the dream of instantaneous hyperdrive will have to remain only that.”
Cut to a young, professionally dressed woman, standing in front of an impossible mass of metal cylinders.
“From Eortan Metaphysics Labs, this has been Alan Vireo for S-NAV.”
The screen shows a more mature woman in elegant clothing, seated within a circular desk.
“The Assembly is expected to vote down a motion by the Xenology Commission to begin limited contact with foreign civilizations. The initiative has sparked widespread criticism, particularly among military circles. Here to join-“
You walk into a small square area of tile. A nose-plug hanging from the ceiling hooks into your nostrils, and you press a small button on the outward face. Four walls of blue glass rise around you, the tank fills with pleasantly cool water through small holes in the floor. You allow yourself to gently float as complex salts and sonic waves wear off grime. There is no fear of germs. Atmospheric scrubbing and elaborate medical care keep the environment sterile.
The water drains and the walls recede into the floor.
“Oh, the savour! Real meat from Harcon Farms.”
“Far in the wilderness… The boundless Stalos System at your command.“
Airborne electric currents draw moisture off your skin. You glance at the A/V to images of an air-conditioned blue-lit cabin, insulated from the hostile void of space. Approaching the hygene table you strap on a flexible headmask-
“The raw power of a Consumer Aggregate Starcruiser, starting at ☼98,372!”
-completely removing stubbled hair and dermal flaws. Hair on the head and neck is considered uncivilized, while hair on the rest of the body is considered a sexual attribute.
At the dresser, you begin to put on a simple one-piece suit to cover your entire body.
“Two new drydocks are expected at Jotano Fleetyards within the next month. Expanding ind-“
You attach a sonic earplug and turn to a music channel. You shut off the A/V and leave through your apartment’s automatic door.