One more day, one more night.
One more day, one more night.
One more day, one more night.
One by one, my life went on. Let me tell you about when it all changed.
"John, you don't have to go back. Why don't you come to my house tonight? I have the new cerebral game system." I smile at my friend's attempt to help
"Sorry, Estivan, my dad is home tonight. You know I have to go back." I look up to him his silver eyes stand out in stark contrast to his dark hair and the inky black bottom of the higher levels that cover us. "I'll come over tomorrow if I can." He only responds with a nod. "Don't worry, I'll be fine, but I can't leave my mother by herself with him just in case."
"ok, see you later then,"
The long walk home to the highest and most distant level of the military housing district. My mind wandered between the questions of my life. The difference between me and everyone at the academy, the silver eyes I wish I had, and my father, the lineage I am a part of that separates me from the rest.
I look across the steel bridge over the glow of the city, connecting to the darkness that envelops my house. Crossing the bridge, I turn back to look at the houses of the generals of those privileged enough to live on this level. I turn again to finish crossing the bridge, the small connection between us and them. This small thing earns us the judgment and scorn in their eyes. Nothing more than that is done, though. My dad's position is too important, to threatening to go against.
Finally, at the end of the bridge, I walk through the shadow that hangs heavily over my house. At the door, I am once again reminded of how highly the government thinks of my father. the wooden door has been refinished. No one else has the privilege of even owning wood. Some never get to see any in their entire life.
It is difficult to open but is quickly pulled from the other side. "Quickly now, your father is getting impatient." Our caretaker rushes me in. She is elderly and kind with strength comparable to full-grown men. She has grey hair that is held tightly in a bun.
" What is going on?"
" Your father wanted to see you as soon as possible. It has already been thirty minutes since he has arrived, and you know how he gets."
" Is he in his study?"
" Yes."
" Ok, thank you, we'll be down for dinner." As I say this, I turn my face to stone. I need to be ready to see my father.
Walking along the brightly lit corridors of my house just reminds me of how different I am from everyone else. power is the currency here and light. Light is the most useless way to burn it. Fire isn't allowed either, it takes up too much oxygen, and that is difficult to produce.
The large imposing doors are next. The gate to the dragon's den. The last thing to cross before I see my father.
*bang bang bang*
"Come in."
I enter his room silently. "You called Father."
"Yes, I called you. Why were you not here sooner?" he says this while looking out towards the empty darkness that we call home. The bridges that surround us and lead to other of the higher class individuals of our society. Under those bridges, you can see faint movement and even hear the sounds from the bustling city below.
"One of my classmates invited me over. I had to respectfully decline his invention. There were also a few others who tried to ask about you on my way back." I couldn't tell him I took my time walking knowing that he would be here.
"I see social affairs. We'll deal with that later. How is school? Have you achieved what I asked of you?" With this question, he turns to look at me for the first time. His featurs in some eyes could be considered perfect. The ideal human specamin. I wouldn't say I hate him, but I don't love him, not anymore. It also doesn't help that I look just like him.
"School was fine. I wish you would tell me why I can't get implants, though."
"I have already told you that you will be told in time." He gives me a wry smile before continuing. "it just so happens that the time for that is now."