Taken from the other side_Stuck and Selfish_Distant Horizon_Level 8
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Taken from the other side
“Sir, I believe yesterday’s experiment yielded some rather interesting results, the conditions within the containment cube have actually stabilised this time and so far it appears to be holding this state indefinitely”, Dr Aaron Yang said this as he handed a vacuum sealed glass cube to Dr Peter Mitsko.“Well that is surprising indeed, the new experimental parameters I proposed were not really based on much more than a hunch.” replied Mitsko.“Well your hunch must’ve been correct. Using human DNA as the pairing mechanism, meant we’d find another universe in which human DNA could exist. I still do...
Stuck and Selfish
The future. It's so easy to get trapped in it, to only look ahead of you and not down at your feet where you're standing. And when you do finally reach the future you want, you're not satisfied because it isn't the future anymore. It's become the present. And you don't want the present. I never wanted the present. Ever since I was small, I've always looked towards the future instead of focusing on what was important at the time. When I was eight, I spent months planning my birthday party. And when the special day came at last, the excitement had worn off from all that planning. I didn't enjoy ...
Distant Horizon
2068: DestinationI got the best view in the god-damned solar system. From here, I can pinch the whole shebang between my thumb and first finger; sun, planets and all. And I got the rest of my life to enjoy it.Human eyes have never before seen this blue and black horizon. It goes from pale sunrise to full dark every forty-five minutes. The Sun is pretty weak here, though you still wouldn’t want to stare at it without your shades. At this distance, anything I send home takes four and a half hours, more or less, at the speed of light.I sure learned a whole lot about physics, and orbits and stuff,...
Level 8
I drove down the interstate, rooftop down, wind flowing through my hair, vibing to the synthwave that emitted from the radio. It was your typical Monday, but strangely without the traffic congestion. The sun’s heat beating against my caramel skin, a layer of sweat began to build. Looking up for a moment, my eyes squinting in the sunlight, multiple aircrafts zoomed across the pink-orange sky in the direction of the city that I was inevitably headed towards. Oh God, what now? Every few weeks it’s the same thing. Aliens attacking, blah, blah; we know the drill.www.onedoor.cc Just when I wanted to get my Star...