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Jerub_Baal
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Criticism is welcome, but be gentle...it's something I just thought of.
Joshua had never left the city. Not that he'd ever wanted to. Aside from the fact that there was a law against it, no one would've ever wanted to leave the city! It was beautiful, in its own way. The miles and miles of glass domes scattered among the large marble pillars were accented by the soft blue glow of the environment control generators suspended overhead. Transport vehicles hovered over the magnets in the streets, providing an ambient hum spoken over only by the soft patter of foot traffic on the concrete pathways and the cheerful, clear sound of what might be mistaken for elevator music played over the digital speakers that adorned every intersection light post.
No one had left the city in twenty seven years. Well, no one had ever left the city, period. But the last attempt had been twenty seven years earlier. A fugitive had somehow been lost by the system, and had made his way to the gate. Scaling it rather adroitly, he was taken down at the last second by a sniper's round through the base of his spine, and finished off by a police officer. Escape was niether joked about nor tolerated.
That's what made the events of that day so curious. Joshua, a young man of seventeen, was just throwing a baseball around with his friend, Abram, when the ball went over the fence. Joshua watched as the ball landed just on the other side. He looked up at the stolid sniper, who had undoubtedly seen the ball fly over the fence. He advanced toward the fence line, and began to scale it.
Now, Joshua lay dead, shot by that same sniper. Joshua had never left the city. Not that he'd ever wanted to.
Joshua had never left the city. Not that he'd ever wanted to. Aside from the fact that there was a law against it, no one would've ever wanted to leave the city! It was beautiful, in its own way. The miles and miles of glass domes scattered among the large marble pillars were accented by the soft blue glow of the environment control generators suspended overhead. Transport vehicles hovered over the magnets in the streets, providing an ambient hum spoken over only by the soft patter of foot traffic on the concrete pathways and the cheerful, clear sound of what might be mistaken for elevator music played over the digital speakers that adorned every intersection light post.
No one had left the city in twenty seven years. Well, no one had ever left the city, period. But the last attempt had been twenty seven years earlier. A fugitive had somehow been lost by the system, and had made his way to the gate. Scaling it rather adroitly, he was taken down at the last second by a sniper's round through the base of his spine, and finished off by a police officer. Escape was niether joked about nor tolerated.
That's what made the events of that day so curious. Joshua, a young man of seventeen, was just throwing a baseball around with his friend, Abram, when the ball went over the fence. Joshua watched as the ball landed just on the other side. He looked up at the stolid sniper, who had undoubtedly seen the ball fly over the fence. He advanced toward the fence line, and began to scale it.
Now, Joshua lay dead, shot by that same sniper. Joshua had never left the city. Not that he'd ever wanted to.