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the first chapter of the book im writing
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Kris awoke with a scream. He clutched his sheets, still trying to escape his enemy. He eventually calmed down, assuring himself he was safe. Still, he jumped at every shadow, thinking the tiger was going to leap out once more to kill him, even if it was in his own bed. Finally, his breathing slowed enough so that he could crawl out of bed. He was suddenly struck by an old fear, He screwed his eyes shut and bent done slowly near the floor. He opened his eyes and peeked under his mattress. Of course there was no tiger there, he felt stupid for even thinking of the old fear. Finally he crept up to the window, and looked out through the sheet of nanotechnological glass installed in his building. The moon still shone, even though it was broken, and the light shown softly down upon the street below. Figures dashed in and out of the light, scurrying like beetles, anxious to reach somewhere safe. Some of the bipedals, clearly weren’t human.
The year was 2305, and the world had torn itself apart. The influx of technology and the attempt at colonizing other worlds besides our own had practically destroyed the atmosphere, and crumbled the moon into 4 large chunks. According to the Datahists, rock had fallen for weeks after, destroying whatever plant and animal life that wasn’t already killed by the lack of atmosphere. Somehow, many countries had survived, developing cities to deal with the severe global changes. Every single country, however, became incredibly introverted, and squabbled for resources. Great countries like the United States of America collapsed from lack of necessary imports. Half of its states seceded, believing themselves capable of doing better jobs than the current government. Wars broke out all over the world, countries that started with nothing and lost nothing suddenly became great threats, and in the U.S.A. civil war broke out for the second time in the nation’s history. Heroes appeared on both sides, people were killed, casualties innumerable. Eventually, under strain of the current global conditions, resources began to disappear. All over the world, countries were won and lost, but all were soon silenced in the need for self preservation. The United Nations was disbanded, and no one trusted anyone for any reason.
Of course this was all over 150 years ago. Things had settled well since the 22nd century. In the Americas, the two new countries, the Western Union of America (W.U.A.) and the Eastern Empire of America (E.E.A.) traded happily with one another, disagreeing in many things, but no longer in war over them. The world had repaired itself nicely, and the Reformed United Nations (R.U.N.) had been created to discuss many important new issues. It seemed that the only thing refusing to heal was the nature on earth. Almost every animal species had been pushed to extinction, and plants would simply not grow on the planet anymore. It seems that because of this, a new species had developed upon earth, the Therids.
The Therids are an interesting group of people. They were once human, but when they reach the age of 15, they change. They transform into an animal that seems chosen for them before birth. The reason for this, people believe, is that animal souls simply had nowhere to go, so they inhabited human bodies. At first these creatures were regarded with interest, as they were the only ones who seemed able to make things grow, but soon they were treated with anger and fear when new species of plants began to appear and undermine foundations. New species of pests and animals also developed, infesting homes and making people miserable. Not only that, but they seemed to constantly degenerate technology around them, making it fall apart and rendering it useless. Soon enough, the R.U.N. agreed that the Therids were abominations; they captured them and put them into concentration camps, where they waited to be euthanized. The rest who had escaped had been in hiding ever since, altering the world around them, making one small corner of the globe a jungle like area which no one dared to enter.
Kris watched as two furred individuals were apprehended by a small floating police bot, and he turned away in disgust as tazers within the bots metal arms electrocuted them. Their strangled cries and yelps drifted through the window as Kris walked over to his mirror. A strange mark had appeared on his face, and as Kris looked closer, he could barely make out what it was. A couple black lines seemed to have appeared on his forehead, drifting along his face, looking for the entire world to see like a bruise. He groaned softly and made his way back to his bed, seeing perfectly in the darkness, and not tripping over a single thing. He dropped under his covers, and was instantly asleep.
Kris woke up the next morning with a roaring stomach. He gasped as wave after wave of hunger hit him like a sledgehammer. He got up, forgetting the previous night completely in his hunger, and stumbled down the hall still in his standard, skintight pajamas, usual sleep-wear for everyone. When he reached the kitchen, windows opened automatically in the walls and one in the ceiling to let in light. He hurried over to a cabinet, and it slid open as he approached, rotating different items of food on a tray, showing Kris the contents. As they cycled by, he grabbed some cereal and quickly walked to the plain white table. With his finger, he wrote the word ‘bowl’ on the table. The nanotechnology traced his movements with a yellow streak on the table, and within seconds after he finished, a bowl was built out of nothing. He poured in the newly made bowl and wrote spoon on the table next. Like before, the nanotechnology built what he wrote and soon he had a brand new spoon. He picked it up and began to eat his cereal dry, just how he liked it.
He ate voraciously as his appetite demanded no mercy or pleasure in the act, only demanding sustenance in any way shape or form. Soon, he slowed down, but only after having two more bowls. As he ate his fourth bowl of cereal, he drew again on the table, this time a box with the word ‘News’ inside. This time the table merely made a screen inside the box he made, showing the six AM news. Seconds later audio came on as she gravely motioned to a picture of a building with police surrounding it, investigating something.
“…struck a coup against us once again. It seems that these Therids are getting bolder, and the President is going to be hard put to stop it. The building behind me, as I’m sure most of you recognize, is the police station in the northern part of town. Three Reptilian Therids infiltrated it, leaving three of the five guards on duty dead, and the other two severely injured. They managed to escape with four Canine prisoners recently captured. So far they have eluded capture, but the police believe they have escaped into either city blocks A5, A6. A7, or C6, so if any of my watchers live in those blocks be on the lookout for any suspicious activity. In other news, the newest-”
Kris stopped eating in surprise, he quickly swallowed what was in his mouth and furrowed his brows. His family’s apartment was in A5. Lost in thought, he didn’t hear anyone behind him, until they grabbed his shoulders. He jumped in surprise, and whirled to face his attacker. His father stood there, lifting his hands off his son hastily in his own surprise, “Easy there tiger!” he grinned, and Kris seemed to feel a stirring in him when his father said that, almost like something squirming inside of him. He dismissed it and smiled.
“Hey dad! How are you today?” His father grinned and ruffled his sons hair.
“I’m doing great Kris, thanks for asking.” He stared at his sons forehead, beneath the amazingly orange hair there were a couple black lines, stripes it seemed, like big bruises. He frowned, “Did you get in a fight at school?” Kris drew his brows together in thought, and drew on the table again, a square once more but with the word ‘Mirror’ written in the center. He looked at his face closely, seeing the stripes there, he suddenly remembered his dream from the night before. He began to shake, imperceptibly, and answered his dad as evenly as he could.
“No I didn’t, but I did fall asleep in art class yesterday, maybe some kids got crazy with the markers,” He grinned nervously, and his dad let out a laugh.
“Kids these days!” and without another word he left to go wake up his wife. Kris hurried to his own room, a bit worried about the stripes and the dreams. He began to undress and get into some normal clothes for school. As he took off the skin tight pajama shirt, he looked into the mirror, and saw stripes along his side. He gasped in surprise and turned his back towards the mirror. The stripes went all along down his back horizontally, meeting an even lighter stripe down the middle of his back. They curled around his sides, but stopped before they got all the way around. Similar stripes went down his arms and hands. He began to shake once more and took off the bottom of his pajamas, standing only in his boxers. There, down his legs were even more stripes. More than afraid, he found his clothes chest and pulled out a long sleeved shirt and pants. He pulled them on quickly, and found a headband, hoping to hide the stripes on his forehead, although it did nothing for the ones on his cheeks. The black clothing made his longish orange hair stand out like a beacon.
He wasn’t badly built, he was slightly muscled and tall for his age. His hair reached down just past his cheekbones and his nose was rather big. His hair made him somewhat of an oddity, as both of his parents had brown hair. But beyond all this, his piercing blue eyes stared out, looking through everyone he met it seemed.
He hurried out of his room and into the kitchen once more, where his parents were seated drinking coffee. His mother was still waking up it seemed, her white robe cast about her thin delicate frame. Her hair hung lankily past her shoulder blades, slightly mussed up. She smiled at him as he entered, but before she could say a word his father stood up, already dressed in a button up, flower print t-shirt and shorts you would normally see on tourists.
“You ready for school? Good! Then lets go!” but as he turned to walk out the door, he beeped. He squeezed his earlobe once, “Hello? Oh hello sir! Really sir? Yes sir I’ll be there right away.” He squeezed his earlobe once again, where a chip had been installed to allow his phone to be accessed without needing an actual phone. He turned towards Kris hastily, “The office just called, I can’t take you to school today Kris,” He wrung his hands nervously, “Well I guess you’ll just have to walk then, sorry! Bye!” He kissed his wife goodbye and sped out the door.
Kris smiled at his mother and gave her a hug. He picked up the back pack lying near the door, said goodbye and was off on the long walk to school.
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Kris awoke with a scream. He clutched his sheets, still trying to escape his enemy. He eventually calmed down, assuring himself he was safe. Still, he jumped at every shadow, thinking the tiger was going to leap out once more to kill him, even if it was in his own bed. Finally, his breathing slowed enough so that he could crawl out of bed. He was suddenly struck by an old fear, He screwed his eyes shut and bent done slowly near the floor. He opened his eyes and peeked under his mattress. Of course there was no tiger there, he felt stupid for even thinking of the old fear. Finally he crept up to the window, and looked out through the sheet of nanotechnological glass installed in his building. The moon still shone, even though it was broken, and the light shown softly down upon the street below. Figures dashed in and out of the light, scurrying like beetles, anxious to reach somewhere safe. Some of the bipedals, clearly weren’t human.
The year was 2305, and the world had torn itself apart. The influx of technology and the attempt at colonizing other worlds besides our own had practically destroyed the atmosphere, and crumbled the moon into 4 large chunks. According to the Datahists, rock had fallen for weeks after, destroying whatever plant and animal life that wasn’t already killed by the lack of atmosphere. Somehow, many countries had survived, developing cities to deal with the severe global changes. Every single country, however, became incredibly introverted, and squabbled for resources. Great countries like the United States of America collapsed from lack of necessary imports. Half of its states seceded, believing themselves capable of doing better jobs than the current government. Wars broke out all over the world, countries that started with nothing and lost nothing suddenly became great threats, and in the U.S.A. civil war broke out for the second time in the nation’s history. Heroes appeared on both sides, people were killed, casualties innumerable. Eventually, under strain of the current global conditions, resources began to disappear. All over the world, countries were won and lost, but all were soon silenced in the need for self preservation. The United Nations was disbanded, and no one trusted anyone for any reason.
Of course this was all over 150 years ago. Things had settled well since the 22nd century. In the Americas, the two new countries, the Western Union of America (W.U.A.) and the Eastern Empire of America (E.E.A.) traded happily with one another, disagreeing in many things, but no longer in war over them. The world had repaired itself nicely, and the Reformed United Nations (R.U.N.) had been created to discuss many important new issues. It seemed that the only thing refusing to heal was the nature on earth. Almost every animal species had been pushed to extinction, and plants would simply not grow on the planet anymore. It seems that because of this, a new species had developed upon earth, the Therids.
The Therids are an interesting group of people. They were once human, but when they reach the age of 15, they change. They transform into an animal that seems chosen for them before birth. The reason for this, people believe, is that animal souls simply had nowhere to go, so they inhabited human bodies. At first these creatures were regarded with interest, as they were the only ones who seemed able to make things grow, but soon they were treated with anger and fear when new species of plants began to appear and undermine foundations. New species of pests and animals also developed, infesting homes and making people miserable. Not only that, but they seemed to constantly degenerate technology around them, making it fall apart and rendering it useless. Soon enough, the R.U.N. agreed that the Therids were abominations; they captured them and put them into concentration camps, where they waited to be euthanized. The rest who had escaped had been in hiding ever since, altering the world around them, making one small corner of the globe a jungle like area which no one dared to enter.
Kris watched as two furred individuals were apprehended by a small floating police bot, and he turned away in disgust as tazers within the bots metal arms electrocuted them. Their strangled cries and yelps drifted through the window as Kris walked over to his mirror. A strange mark had appeared on his face, and as Kris looked closer, he could barely make out what it was. A couple black lines seemed to have appeared on his forehead, drifting along his face, looking for the entire world to see like a bruise. He groaned softly and made his way back to his bed, seeing perfectly in the darkness, and not tripping over a single thing. He dropped under his covers, and was instantly asleep.
Kris woke up the next morning with a roaring stomach. He gasped as wave after wave of hunger hit him like a sledgehammer. He got up, forgetting the previous night completely in his hunger, and stumbled down the hall still in his standard, skintight pajamas, usual sleep-wear for everyone. When he reached the kitchen, windows opened automatically in the walls and one in the ceiling to let in light. He hurried over to a cabinet, and it slid open as he approached, rotating different items of food on a tray, showing Kris the contents. As they cycled by, he grabbed some cereal and quickly walked to the plain white table. With his finger, he wrote the word ‘bowl’ on the table. The nanotechnology traced his movements with a yellow streak on the table, and within seconds after he finished, a bowl was built out of nothing. He poured in the newly made bowl and wrote spoon on the table next. Like before, the nanotechnology built what he wrote and soon he had a brand new spoon. He picked it up and began to eat his cereal dry, just how he liked it.
He ate voraciously as his appetite demanded no mercy or pleasure in the act, only demanding sustenance in any way shape or form. Soon, he slowed down, but only after having two more bowls. As he ate his fourth bowl of cereal, he drew again on the table, this time a box with the word ‘News’ inside. This time the table merely made a screen inside the box he made, showing the six AM news. Seconds later audio came on as she gravely motioned to a picture of a building with police surrounding it, investigating something.
“…struck a coup against us once again. It seems that these Therids are getting bolder, and the President is going to be hard put to stop it. The building behind me, as I’m sure most of you recognize, is the police station in the northern part of town. Three Reptilian Therids infiltrated it, leaving three of the five guards on duty dead, and the other two severely injured. They managed to escape with four Canine prisoners recently captured. So far they have eluded capture, but the police believe they have escaped into either city blocks A5, A6. A7, or C6, so if any of my watchers live in those blocks be on the lookout for any suspicious activity. In other news, the newest-”
Kris stopped eating in surprise, he quickly swallowed what was in his mouth and furrowed his brows. His family’s apartment was in A5. Lost in thought, he didn’t hear anyone behind him, until they grabbed his shoulders. He jumped in surprise, and whirled to face his attacker. His father stood there, lifting his hands off his son hastily in his own surprise, “Easy there tiger!” he grinned, and Kris seemed to feel a stirring in him when his father said that, almost like something squirming inside of him. He dismissed it and smiled.
“Hey dad! How are you today?” His father grinned and ruffled his sons hair.
“I’m doing great Kris, thanks for asking.” He stared at his sons forehead, beneath the amazingly orange hair there were a couple black lines, stripes it seemed, like big bruises. He frowned, “Did you get in a fight at school?” Kris drew his brows together in thought, and drew on the table again, a square once more but with the word ‘Mirror’ written in the center. He looked at his face closely, seeing the stripes there, he suddenly remembered his dream from the night before. He began to shake, imperceptibly, and answered his dad as evenly as he could.
“No I didn’t, but I did fall asleep in art class yesterday, maybe some kids got crazy with the markers,” He grinned nervously, and his dad let out a laugh.
“Kids these days!” and without another word he left to go wake up his wife. Kris hurried to his own room, a bit worried about the stripes and the dreams. He began to undress and get into some normal clothes for school. As he took off the skin tight pajama shirt, he looked into the mirror, and saw stripes along his side. He gasped in surprise and turned his back towards the mirror. The stripes went all along down his back horizontally, meeting an even lighter stripe down the middle of his back. They curled around his sides, but stopped before they got all the way around. Similar stripes went down his arms and hands. He began to shake once more and took off the bottom of his pajamas, standing only in his boxers. There, down his legs were even more stripes. More than afraid, he found his clothes chest and pulled out a long sleeved shirt and pants. He pulled them on quickly, and found a headband, hoping to hide the stripes on his forehead, although it did nothing for the ones on his cheeks. The black clothing made his longish orange hair stand out like a beacon.
He wasn’t badly built, he was slightly muscled and tall for his age. His hair reached down just past his cheekbones and his nose was rather big. His hair made him somewhat of an oddity, as both of his parents had brown hair. But beyond all this, his piercing blue eyes stared out, looking through everyone he met it seemed.
He hurried out of his room and into the kitchen once more, where his parents were seated drinking coffee. His mother was still waking up it seemed, her white robe cast about her thin delicate frame. Her hair hung lankily past her shoulder blades, slightly mussed up. She smiled at him as he entered, but before she could say a word his father stood up, already dressed in a button up, flower print t-shirt and shorts you would normally see on tourists.
“You ready for school? Good! Then lets go!” but as he turned to walk out the door, he beeped. He squeezed his earlobe once, “Hello? Oh hello sir! Really sir? Yes sir I’ll be there right away.” He squeezed his earlobe once again, where a chip had been installed to allow his phone to be accessed without needing an actual phone. He turned towards Kris hastily, “The office just called, I can’t take you to school today Kris,” He wrung his hands nervously, “Well I guess you’ll just have to walk then, sorry! Bye!” He kissed his wife goodbye and sped out the door.
Kris smiled at his mother and gave her a hug. He picked up the back pack lying near the door, said goodbye and was off on the long walk to school.
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