Jade Display Glass (W.E. 25)

Exercise 25:

Another time. Choose a date somewhere far in the future or past, and have pretend that you are in that time and describe a complete day. Tell what you eat, what you read in the newspaper, where you work or go to school and what changes you've seen in their lifetimes. Suggested by Asher.

Jade Display Glass

June 6,  2121

I wake up to the usual sound of Jade speaking to me.  Her animated voice has become a normal wakeup call, and not an unpleasant one at that.  She’s the voice within my technology glass displays that exist throughout my house.

I stretch under my sheets before I throw my feet over the edge and descend from my safety net.  My body still feels very worn out, and having had only 6 hours of sleep, as per usual, I find I’m not as ready for the day as I wished I could be.

I walk to my bathroom and the displays light up within the darkness of my home.  They read 6:05AM.

“Jade, what’s the news for today?”  I ask and the displays light up with a list of news from murders to earthquakes.  “Jade, show today’s weather.”  Upon the display screen shows rain outside of my home, the water drops dribbling down the side of my orange sports car made by a company called Ziolite, the same makers of my technology glass throughout my home.  As one might guess, there is also technology glass within my vehicle, where Jade also resides.

I brush my teeth, and then walk toward the kitchen, where the counter top lights up.  I sigh, unsure of what to eat this morning.  “Jade, what should I have for breakfast?”  The countertop displays a menu from French toast to extravagant omelets; all options display only that which I can make with the necessities within my own fridge. 

I decide on the omelet, reaching my hand out to it, and once my hand touches it a display shows the ingredients, which I go to my fridge to collect.  I then open my drawer for a knife which I use to proceed to cut up the ingredients.   I reach my hand out to the stove display and put it to the temperature the recipe provides, and set the frying pan upon its round heating surface.   I add the ingredients as the recipe says.

Finally I sit down at my glass display table, and begin to eat my omelet as I look over the days routine, noticing no differences in my daily routine, I sigh at how boring and dull my life has become.

“Jade, show me my life 10 years ago.”

“Access Denied.  Data does not exist.”  Responded Jade.

“Why did I think the future would be better than this?”  I sighed to myself.

I took a shower and headed to work in my orange sports Ziolite.

I walked through the sliding glass doors of my office building.  I was the owner of a company called Highlights that’s main goal was to create realistic holographic displays of everything known to mankind, now or ever.  We focused on bringing back to life that which had been destroyed.

In 2012, the world nearly collapsed with the pole shift brought on by the planet Nibiru.  New York had been destroyed, as well as Washington DC, the Pentagon, and the Whitehouse.  Those weren’t the only places that took damage, even places like the Eiffel tower, and stone henge had ceased to exist after the rupturing of the Earth subsided.

My company was funded by Ziolite, and therefore the entire building had technology glass.  Every cubicle had technology glass for computer screens instead of monitors.

I went into my office and sat down at my desk. I leaned back in my chair, and stared up at the technology glass ceiling. “Jade, show me the office starting on the first floor and ending on the 13^th floor.”

The display glass provided me easy access to surveillance of the office, and I found it quite handy at times.  “Jade, zoom in on Malcom and Jenny and provide me sound access.”

“She’s up in her office doing nothing but sitting there. I’d kill to have a job like that. Did you see her when she came in this morning?  She looked like total shit…” Jenny stated.

“Maybe she just had a rough night.”  Malcom defended.

“Would it kill her to at least say hi to us?  I mean, what the hell.  It’s like she doesn’t even acknowledge our existence.  I think she’s a total bitch, thinking she’s better than all of us.”  Jenny snidely continued.

“Jade, give me access to…”  I started about to request that Jenny make her way to my office, then I decided to let it go.  “Never mind, Jade, continue on.”

Nothing interesting happened, and I found myself quite bored.  “Jade, don’t let anyone disturb me. I’d like a nap, wake me up in about 30 minutes.”

With that I fell off into a deep sleep…

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Authors Note:

I am quite aware this is unfinished.  I hope you enjoyed reading thus far anyways. I have things I need to do, and a morning of dread to wake up to.  I hope you've been trying out some of these exercises yourself, and haven't found yourself to bored with them. Leave me comments, I'd like to know what you think.

Strange Planet (W.E 19)

Exercise 19:

I don’t know about you, but my desktop wallpapers cycle.  In this exercise I’m going to allow my current desktop wallpaper to inspire me.

Strange Planet

A hole existed amongst all the space matter floating around.  That which floated about in space consisted of carbon, platinum, iron, helium, hydrogen, and so many other elements.  This deep dark hole didn’t discriminate.  It was so hungry for all of the matter floating around, that it sucked it all in.  It began to grow, like a fat kid consistently eating cake.  The thing about this ominous abyss was that the more it ate the more it grew the more hungry it became.  It then began to devour specific things.  An asteroid belt was the new desire of this deep black nothing. 

No, it wasn’t a nothing, it was a something.  This something was once a star that had exploded and collapsed.  It contained so much gravity within itself, that it couldn’t stop itself from collecting everything nearby.  Every little piece it left behind in the explosion now was a part of it once more.  Every fragment of gold, silver, copper, carbon, iron and everything else was now reunited.  It was becoming something new.  It was becoming something to inhabit.  It was becoming a planet. 

At the farthest reaches of this solar system floated luminous bright colors created by other super nova.  Pinks, purples, greens, blues, even yellows and oranges floated about, and yet were so unmoving.  Time simply stood still here.  It wasn’t the past, nor was it the present.  It could only be an unknown future.  Time flowed, yet it flowed so slowly that to the human mind it would appear nothing occurred. 

Over decades, over centuries, over millennia, mankind had observed the universe.  Documents told of different constellations, stars, and planets.  Yet over time everything changed.  It changed slowly, yet the change was seen but unseen.  One human life could never see the slow change.  How simple man, and how short one’s life.   No one could comprehend why time was so fast on Earth and yet so slow in space.

One day this black hole would become a planet.  One day particles from space would share in the growth of many new species.  It was a slow process.

“Captain, I believe I have discovered a new planet.” Navigator Fleece spoke without a shake in her voice.

“Very good navigator.  What are the specifications of this new planet?” The captain requested.

“It appears to have some strange force around it.  At this time we’re unsure what this matter contains.” She spoke with a clear voice.

“Well hurry up and find out imbecile.  Perhaps we can dock and refuel there.  Exploration is of interest to me.”  He spoke in a stern voice very arrogantly.

“We’re looking into it as we speak captain.”  She spoke as if she didn’t hear his insult, but deep within her stomach was a knot festering of anger.  He only ever treated her this way.  Perhaps it was because she was a woman.  She was the only woman of his crew.  “Kraft, try to pull us as close to this planet as possible, I’d like to get a reading on this new energy.”

Around the planet appeared to be some pink-yellow gas. It floated around in rings much like that of Saturn’s rings, but more scattered.  The planet was colored a deep purple-blue.  Specks of green and brown appeared in small patches.

                As navigator Kraft pulled closer to the planet sensors went off, and then stopped abruptly.

                “What is the source of these sensor screams?”  The captain spoke in a collected manner.  He appeared as if he had no fear at all.

                “I’m not quite sure sir.” Spoke science officer Cobalt.  “Our computers didn’t give us a direct reading.  Whatever it was, it’s gone now.”

                “Let me know if you discover anything further, I must rest.”  The captain turned and left through the only set of doors leading into the cockpit.  These doors were double doors with a zigzag down the middle.  They opened automatically when approached due to motion sensors.  They slid closed with a loud clank behind him.

                “Aren’t you going to voice your concern’s Flora?”  Cobalt asked of her.

                “Which concerns are those?”  Fleece asked as if she was clueless to his intent.

                “That he consistently calls you such harsh names, when you don’t deserve it.  You shouldn’t let him treat you that way, captain or not.”  He said, going over the monitors.

                “It’s not of your concern.”  She could hear his concern, but she wanted him to know that she wasn’t a weak minded fool.

                “Whatever.  I just think it’s dumb that just because he’s a captain…Well just because he’s a captain doesn’t give him the right to treat you like dirt, or any other woman for that matter.”  Cobalt voiced.

                “I think she can handle herself Chris.”  Kraft flashed a smile in Fleece direction.  She caught it and found herself unable to keep from blushing.  She couldn’t deny that she was very much attracted to him.

                Just then the sensors blared again before the power of the ship fluxed.  The computer screens and lights all flickered off for just a few seconds.  “Energy levels at 80%.”  The ship said in a very feminine voice.

                “What in space matter, do you guys see that?”  Kraft pointed through the windshield of the ship and saw flashing balls revolving around in the pink-yellow gas.  It was as if the planet itself had stolen some of the ships energy.  It was coming back around and then as if the ship itself had called it, the plasma flew directly at the ship.  The ship shook as if it had been hit by enemy fire.  The planet seemed to be attacking.

                “Damage minimal.  Taking evasive actions.”  The ship blared out once more and made distance between itself and the planet to what it believed was a safe distance.  It had taken the initiative and went into autopilot as a response to the attack….

Authors Note:

Due to being too tired to continue this at this moment, I’m leaving it open ended.  Please, if you’d like, continue this story in your own blog and share the results with me in a comment or on my twitter: @lylathewicked I may continue this at a later time.  This is the barebones unedited version of course.  Things may be changed around to better suit my needs.

The Boundary (W.E. 18)

Continue the story:
"Gleaming in the sun, a few clouds in the west obscuring its upper reaches, a continuous barrier of ice the height of a mountain stretched across the land as far as she could see, marking a boundary beyond which none could go." - Jean M. Auel (The Mammoth Hunters)

The Boundary

This boundary was made not by nature, but my mankind.  This mountain looked very real.  It appeared as if mother Earth herself had created it.  Unknown to the masses, this wall was nothing more than a Hologram.

Why has this boundary been created?  Because beyond this wall lies a secret meeting place of government officials.  This was their sanctuary in crisis.  It was their protection from the angry rebellion.  When they could not control they people they would hide away.  Cowards, all of them.

She knew the truth of the massive wall, yet she found herself without a soul to tell.  No one had ever accepted her.  She was different.  She never took words from anyone as literal meanings.  She sought the truth. There were secret words hidden by metaphors. Her motto was: "question everything."

It was simply chance that she'd discovered the false layers of this boundary.  She thought "What is a mountain if it is not worth climbing?"

The fact it was entirely ice did not deter her.  As she came to the wall, she tried to place her hand on what should have been a slippery cold ledge.  Instead her hand disappeared through it.  The false mountain before her rippled like a stone being thrown into water. She understood, this was not a wall she would ever climb.  It was a wall she could walk through.

Gathering all of the curiosity and courage within her, she took the next step.  She walked slowly forward, pushing both hands through.  The wall gave off two stone-like ripples.  Finally, deciding it was safe, she put her head through.  On the other side lay what appeared to be a technological society.  To her it appeared a palace.

She had known for many years, as everyone else had, this mountain was impassible.   It was entirely solid ice.  Now, she knew it was all a lie.

No one had questioned how mother Earth could have created a wall without mankind knowing it.  It was widely accepted.  Everyone accepted the words of the government as a truth.  She soon discovered why.

In mere moments she was surrounded by fleets of men.  They were the controllers and watchers of the boundary.  Though she was in trouble and knew it, she didn't try to run.  She found a truth no one else had taken the time to question.  The desire to climb this impassible wall had been the force behind the discovery.

As they bound her wrists and guided her through to the sanctuary, she had found comfort.  She knew deep down, she would not survive the night.  She had found something.  It had given her life a greater meaning.

She knew the truth of the boundary.  It was enough to bring a smile to her lips, a smile of which had never been seen by anyone.  She found herself unafraid of her fate.  She was proud of her discovery.

She would be the first of many to die on the opposite side of the holographic boundary.


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Authors note:
I was bored before my English class on April 18, 2012.  This is the result of that boredom. ;)

The Gift of Giving (W.E. 03)

For those of you who don't know, this is a blog about writing exercises. These exercises I've found around the web and may possibly come up with on the spot. This is just for fun and to get me into the habit of writing frequently. I hope you will join me on this journey of writing. I will be posting every Tuesday and Friday as long as I have steam to do so.

Exercise 03

Someone gives you or a character a gift. You or the character don't want this gift. Maybe the giver is someone you love, but the gift is old fashioned or inappropriate. Or, maybe, the gift is exactly what you want, but you don't like the giver or the way it is given. Describe the circumstances, then tell what happens.

The Gift of Giving

                My mother gave me this pink and brown scarf for Christmas this year and it has got to be the trashiest looking scarf I have seen in all of space and time. It’s made of this weird silky polyester shit that makes it feel cheap. I don’t doubt this, knowing damn well the way my mother shops. It appears as if someone somehow managed to vomit up some Pepto-Bismol and refried beans, all over it. I can’t even believe she’d even allow herself to be seen buying such crap, and for what cost? Oh! I can only imagine how many holos she forked out. I know it couldn’t be worth more than maybe 10 to 15 at the most. That itself is far too pricey for something that belongs in the garbage behind Super Nova. It would also work possibly as a decoration in the house of your spastic neighbor who believes that the stars will fall one day and burn us into oblivion unless we all “turn back to god.” You know damn well the only thing coming from space is extraterrestrials and our very own space warriors against them; we now refer to those warriors as Ezt Necal, meaning “blood battle.” I can honestly say I don’t want this fucking scarf, but loving my mother as much as I do, how can I refuse, regardless of her inept ability to comprehend the new trends of my generation are holo-bands and LED-Fash? I will not be caught dead wearing this anywhere, god forbid she ever makes me wear it in public. I’ll have to go out with it on. Then I'd come back to slit my wrists the proper way: down the strips, not horizontal to them. Let us hope it never comes to this!

~Amara Asha (Eternal Wish)

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Okay, so a little commentary for this one. It was also written a while ago, but I just re-edited it to post. Holos are currency, if that's not obvious, and Super Nova could be any hip together place of the future. I wrote this a bit like a journal entry of a diary. I hope it suits your interests.