Post by Leon Loire on Nov 28, 2007 6:14:37 GMT 1
Well, I've been attempting to work on this piece for a while now, and it's evaded me for at least a month, if not much more. Originally, I wasn't sure how long it'd be, but my aspirations have a novel basis in mind. Still, I'm trying to work chapter by chapter, and all I have complete so far is the prologue, and even that could likely do with some touch-ups.
But I decided it was a good way to sate everyone's interest. My hope with such a prologue is to perk people's interest in the setting of the story, so hopefully it'll succeed.
But to finally move on, please enjoy the prologue to what I hope will be my first successful project: "The Jovian Theory."
The living room was dark yesterday. I think it’s because mom and dad were too busy to even notice. When I was at school, the teachers were all really quiet, and I didn’t know why. Then I came home from the tram, and mom and dad and sis were all in front of our holoceptor1, just watching in the dark. I put down my laptop and walked over to my big sis, sat down on the couch next to her. I looked at her face for a minute, noticed that her lips were shaking, and then I looked at the receptor. Why was she so scared? All I saw was a grey room with plain walls, an old wooden table, and a flag pole at the back with the American flag waving at the top. The national anthem was playing, too, but that was all, no people. I wanted to ask mom what was wrong, since she looked scared too, but I didn’t want to get yelled at. Whenever I ask dad what is bothering him, he gets mad at me. He apologizes later, but I never like it. He’s been scared about something a lot more lately, so I never ask.
A few minutes later, men in splotchy armor and carrying guns began to walk around the box, talking to each other in whispers, and a few sending glances to us. One of them asked if it was working, and then they looked at each other. Then, the room shook, and the soldiers get scared, looking in all directions. One of the men, an older one, started yelling things to the other soldiers, and everybody ran away. Doors must have been opened and closed, because I could hear them. I had seen that, when the room shook, mom shook a bit too. I guess that only made her more scared. Dad didn’t look too scared anymore, though. It just made him madder.
I wondered if what we were watching had to do with that war that was going on down at the Capital, the one that got me out of school for a few days. I live in Nevada, so there were no explosions and fighting like there were in the Capital. The only difference was that the Police were wearing purple armor instead of their blue uniforms. People said that the President was changing the country. I wonder if that was a good thing or not, since there were people at the Capital and across some parts of the country that were fighting him. But when we started going back to school, our teachers told us that the war would be over soon. After that, we started class, since we didn’t need to do the pledge thing anymore.
Mom started to shake more, and sis looked at me for a second with a sad frown. I looked back at her, asked what was wrong, and she put on a fake smile and rubbed her hand through my hair, I guess to comfort me. Or maybe it was to comfort her. She was still shaking a bit, even when she was talking to me. Then she went over to mom and hugged her, sat down next to her, and they held each other. Mom kept murmuring about a mistake or something, and sis said that she understood. I still don’t get what was wrong. I think dad understood more than any of us, though, because he was starting to look really mad. He was shaking, but not in the way mom was. He looked like he was about to break something. I thought I would be scared if I ever saw dad that mad, but for some reason, I guess I understood too. Dad was just mad that he made a mistake. But what kind of mistake was so big that it scared them all this much?
No more soldiers came for a few minutes, but something kept making the room shake, and little bits of dust were falling off the walls. There were quiet yells somewhere, and little rings and whistles and clicks were hitting doors and walls and metal chairs somewhere nearby. Mom and sis seemed to hold onto each other more tightly, and dad just froze, watching as if something was about to jump out in front of us. More yells, more clicks and whistles, and after a while, a door crashed open somewhere, and a few of the men in splotched armor ran in front of us. But they looked different. Some of them were covered in sweat and dirt, and others had dark blemishes across their armor, like blood. One man was being carried away, and a lot of blood was on his head, and he was screaming. I felt cold from seeing that, and mom started to cry with sis.
When the soldiers got away from the box, more clicks sounded somewhere nearby, and more screams came. Then, one of the splotchy armored soldiers ran back in front of us from the right, his gun in his hands, a bit of blood smeared on the left side of his face. There were more clicks from outside the room, and the soldier seemed to notice, looking towards the noises. But he didn’t look scared. He didn’t even flinch. It looked like he just wanted to talk to us, one last time.
“The President has betrayed you!” the soldier yelled, pointing his gun somewhere, but looking straight at me, “He’s changed the government, taken away your freedoms, and plans to sell them off like some kind of commodity! Everything you know will be gone, and replaced with nothing more than currency!”
The soldier kept talking for a few seconds more, but I didn’t understand what he was talking about. There was a lot of noise around him, like someone pounding on his door, and he used a lot of big words. Mom and dad were still frozen, but sis seemed to understand. I’m not sure, though; all she did was shake more.
Then, there was a loud crash somewhere near the soldier, and he aimed his gun towards the sound. Flashes and bolts of blue came from his gun, and he started to step away from view. Men in purple armor – like the ones the Police wore now – jumped into the screen and shot back with an orange lightning, and soon there was this sound of people fighting and people getting hit. Metal seemed to hit the ground, and then the soldiers in purple settled down. They must have beaten the talking soldier, but he was still out of sight. He started yelling, still fighting them, before a loud bang made him stop. The soldiers started to shift around, and then a few of them moved over to the flag in the back. Two of them grabbed the flag and tore it down, letting the fabric fall on the dirty floor. A second later, two other soldiers brought over a new flag, and threw up this cloth of a pretty purple with a grey star in the center and diagonal white stripes.
When the bang sounded, mom and sis started sobbing loudly, talking about something. Dad just sat there, like me, watching for as long as he could. Then, without even seeing who was speaking, a quiet voice started to talk at us, as if he had always been there: “The United States has been reborn. Welcome, America, to the Prime Conglomerate.”
Footnotes
1 Holoceptor – Short for “holographic receptor device”, a holoceptor is a technological device used by individuals as visual entertainment, and is the successor of the “television” from the 20th and early 21st century. Instead of a “tube” submitting signals of light onto a two dimensional screen to create a sequence of visual images, a holoceptor sends signals of light and sound across a three dimensional plane created by a thin set of metal poles that connect together to create a rectangular box. Through these poles, a viewer is able to watch a program in three dimensions and in high definition quality, and with extendable sizes, a home entertainment system could be massive in size whenever desired.
But I decided it was a good way to sate everyone's interest. My hope with such a prologue is to perk people's interest in the setting of the story, so hopefully it'll succeed.
But to finally move on, please enjoy the prologue to what I hope will be my first successful project: "The Jovian Theory."
The Jovian Theory
[/size][/b]Prologue
The living room was dark yesterday. I think it’s because mom and dad were too busy to even notice. When I was at school, the teachers were all really quiet, and I didn’t know why. Then I came home from the tram, and mom and dad and sis were all in front of our holoceptor1, just watching in the dark. I put down my laptop and walked over to my big sis, sat down on the couch next to her. I looked at her face for a minute, noticed that her lips were shaking, and then I looked at the receptor. Why was she so scared? All I saw was a grey room with plain walls, an old wooden table, and a flag pole at the back with the American flag waving at the top. The national anthem was playing, too, but that was all, no people. I wanted to ask mom what was wrong, since she looked scared too, but I didn’t want to get yelled at. Whenever I ask dad what is bothering him, he gets mad at me. He apologizes later, but I never like it. He’s been scared about something a lot more lately, so I never ask.
A few minutes later, men in splotchy armor and carrying guns began to walk around the box, talking to each other in whispers, and a few sending glances to us. One of them asked if it was working, and then they looked at each other. Then, the room shook, and the soldiers get scared, looking in all directions. One of the men, an older one, started yelling things to the other soldiers, and everybody ran away. Doors must have been opened and closed, because I could hear them. I had seen that, when the room shook, mom shook a bit too. I guess that only made her more scared. Dad didn’t look too scared anymore, though. It just made him madder.
I wondered if what we were watching had to do with that war that was going on down at the Capital, the one that got me out of school for a few days. I live in Nevada, so there were no explosions and fighting like there were in the Capital. The only difference was that the Police were wearing purple armor instead of their blue uniforms. People said that the President was changing the country. I wonder if that was a good thing or not, since there were people at the Capital and across some parts of the country that were fighting him. But when we started going back to school, our teachers told us that the war would be over soon. After that, we started class, since we didn’t need to do the pledge thing anymore.
Mom started to shake more, and sis looked at me for a second with a sad frown. I looked back at her, asked what was wrong, and she put on a fake smile and rubbed her hand through my hair, I guess to comfort me. Or maybe it was to comfort her. She was still shaking a bit, even when she was talking to me. Then she went over to mom and hugged her, sat down next to her, and they held each other. Mom kept murmuring about a mistake or something, and sis said that she understood. I still don’t get what was wrong. I think dad understood more than any of us, though, because he was starting to look really mad. He was shaking, but not in the way mom was. He looked like he was about to break something. I thought I would be scared if I ever saw dad that mad, but for some reason, I guess I understood too. Dad was just mad that he made a mistake. But what kind of mistake was so big that it scared them all this much?
No more soldiers came for a few minutes, but something kept making the room shake, and little bits of dust were falling off the walls. There were quiet yells somewhere, and little rings and whistles and clicks were hitting doors and walls and metal chairs somewhere nearby. Mom and sis seemed to hold onto each other more tightly, and dad just froze, watching as if something was about to jump out in front of us. More yells, more clicks and whistles, and after a while, a door crashed open somewhere, and a few of the men in splotched armor ran in front of us. But they looked different. Some of them were covered in sweat and dirt, and others had dark blemishes across their armor, like blood. One man was being carried away, and a lot of blood was on his head, and he was screaming. I felt cold from seeing that, and mom started to cry with sis.
When the soldiers got away from the box, more clicks sounded somewhere nearby, and more screams came. Then, one of the splotchy armored soldiers ran back in front of us from the right, his gun in his hands, a bit of blood smeared on the left side of his face. There were more clicks from outside the room, and the soldier seemed to notice, looking towards the noises. But he didn’t look scared. He didn’t even flinch. It looked like he just wanted to talk to us, one last time.
“The President has betrayed you!” the soldier yelled, pointing his gun somewhere, but looking straight at me, “He’s changed the government, taken away your freedoms, and plans to sell them off like some kind of commodity! Everything you know will be gone, and replaced with nothing more than currency!”
The soldier kept talking for a few seconds more, but I didn’t understand what he was talking about. There was a lot of noise around him, like someone pounding on his door, and he used a lot of big words. Mom and dad were still frozen, but sis seemed to understand. I’m not sure, though; all she did was shake more.
Then, there was a loud crash somewhere near the soldier, and he aimed his gun towards the sound. Flashes and bolts of blue came from his gun, and he started to step away from view. Men in purple armor – like the ones the Police wore now – jumped into the screen and shot back with an orange lightning, and soon there was this sound of people fighting and people getting hit. Metal seemed to hit the ground, and then the soldiers in purple settled down. They must have beaten the talking soldier, but he was still out of sight. He started yelling, still fighting them, before a loud bang made him stop. The soldiers started to shift around, and then a few of them moved over to the flag in the back. Two of them grabbed the flag and tore it down, letting the fabric fall on the dirty floor. A second later, two other soldiers brought over a new flag, and threw up this cloth of a pretty purple with a grey star in the center and diagonal white stripes.
When the bang sounded, mom and sis started sobbing loudly, talking about something. Dad just sat there, like me, watching for as long as he could. Then, without even seeing who was speaking, a quiet voice started to talk at us, as if he had always been there: “The United States has been reborn. Welcome, America, to the Prime Conglomerate.”
Footnotes
1 Holoceptor – Short for “holographic receptor device”, a holoceptor is a technological device used by individuals as visual entertainment, and is the successor of the “television” from the 20th and early 21st century. Instead of a “tube” submitting signals of light onto a two dimensional screen to create a sequence of visual images, a holoceptor sends signals of light and sound across a three dimensional plane created by a thin set of metal poles that connect together to create a rectangular box. Through these poles, a viewer is able to watch a program in three dimensions and in high definition quality, and with extendable sizes, a home entertainment system could be massive in size whenever desired.