Was bored and an idea for a few lines of fiction
popped into my head. Just thought I'd like to pester
you lot with it.
Oh and for the record - I'm a scientist!! My English
is passable only.
Walking down these halls. These clean, cold, sterile, metallic halls. I'm home. My home.
Opening the door to roof. All around me. Huge buildings. My habitat. My environment. Steel grey. Steel grey sky. Steel grey buildings. Steel. That is my environment. That is me.
Looking down. Tiny flickering metallic ants zooming from place to place. Steel grey. Camouflaged. The Urban Jungle. Home.
Walking back. Footsteps resounding through the halls. The gentle clinks that accompany me. My Armour. Part of Me just as the buildings are a part of this Jungle. I stop and look at my FEN. A part of me just as my armour. I don't even notice it in my hand anymore. As much Natural Weaponry to me as Claws to a DAC. Tools of my trade. But that's a cold way of looking at them.
Walking again. Waiting. Soon it will be time again. Time to remember my place in this habitat. Predator. Predator with a Boss.
I remember Meny. I hear crazed ravings from those who claim SLA destroyed the Environment and the habitats. I look around. What do I see? I see a Habitat. An Environment. Different to the Dome but the same nonetheless. Predators and Prey. Camouflage. A place where the strongest and smartest survive. What is the difference?
The lift. It glides down. And down. And down. Walking again.
Someone once said it was a shame there are no windows here. Why? What is there to see? Steel Grey. And?
Nothing more was said.
Out into the Jungle. Standing. Waiting. The tiny metallic ants are now hurtle by. I wait for mine. Waiting. The scenery. The Steel Grey. The same. As it was. As it will always be. SLA is eternal. Mort is eternal. And thus, I am eternal.
My ride. My life awaits.
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