Post by The Stranger on Aug 3, 2012 20:35:07 GMT -5
0300 Hours..
The Autobus moved slowly through the third checkpoint on its way to UnRegulated Urban Sprawl Zone known as Undercity. The last exhausted white-collar wage slave had disembarked back at the Sovereign Community of Green Hills twenty minutes back. An Asian broad, pretty except for the crow's feet had gotten off there. The wrist brace for the inevitable carpal tunnel suggested she was a programmer. No doubt working on some late night project. She'd be up again in three hours to start the day over again. Poor slag.
Only a few people remained on the bus. In the back-seats an adolescent girl, wearing the navy blue school uniform of Fukiyama Preparatory Academy was in full face-suck mode with a lanky man in skin-tight leopard print pants and a shirt that read "I'm in A Band YOU NEVER HEARD OF."
From time to time there was a random yelp as some piece of unnecessary metallic jewelry was caught in some other piece of the same.
Two rows in front of them was a Japanese, your typical Salary-man. The only thing unique about him was the the color-shifting tattoo of what looked like a dragon's tail sticking out beyond the cuff of his perfectly bleach white dress shirt.
To his left sat a man in a crumpled brown trenchcoat and fedora hat with the brim pulled down low.
Two seats in front of him a young woman who was evidently on her way back from Comi-Con MCXIII or something of the kind, with a green "Mage robe"with gold stars on it.
Three seats forward, and two seats her right sat a very tall man, his NIKDDIAS hoodie pulled down tight over his eyes, as he lay his head against the auto bus window trying to get some sleep. As he does so he twitches occasionally, like a dog having a nightmare.
Directly in front of him sat a large man with a long coat draped over his right arm almost cape-like, probably intended to serve as a blanket.
Across the aisle from him was a pretty little red-haired thing in a grey jumpsuit, her knees pressed up against the seat in front of her, as she stared at the ceiling in boredom.
Finally, in the first seat, only one behind the automated driving unit, was a little girl, perhaps as old as eight, wearing a yellow rain jacket with a hood featuring the face of a duck and an orange duck bill. She had a Eurasian look, but it was hard to be certain, as she was wearing those eye-pads typical of those Matrix-Users who can not afford a direct neural connection.
The bus groaned as it made another turn, chugging down the rapidly deteriorating Above-ground highway, crisp sweet-smell of its clean burning Methanol filling the air and making eyes water.
The Autobus moved slowly through the third checkpoint on its way to UnRegulated Urban Sprawl Zone known as Undercity. The last exhausted white-collar wage slave had disembarked back at the Sovereign Community of Green Hills twenty minutes back. An Asian broad, pretty except for the crow's feet had gotten off there. The wrist brace for the inevitable carpal tunnel suggested she was a programmer. No doubt working on some late night project. She'd be up again in three hours to start the day over again. Poor slag.
Only a few people remained on the bus. In the back-seats an adolescent girl, wearing the navy blue school uniform of Fukiyama Preparatory Academy was in full face-suck mode with a lanky man in skin-tight leopard print pants and a shirt that read "I'm in A Band YOU NEVER HEARD OF."
From time to time there was a random yelp as some piece of unnecessary metallic jewelry was caught in some other piece of the same.
Two rows in front of them was a Japanese, your typical Salary-man. The only thing unique about him was the the color-shifting tattoo of what looked like a dragon's tail sticking out beyond the cuff of his perfectly bleach white dress shirt.
To his left sat a man in a crumpled brown trenchcoat and fedora hat with the brim pulled down low.
Two seats in front of him a young woman who was evidently on her way back from Comi-Con MCXIII or something of the kind, with a green "Mage robe"with gold stars on it.
Three seats forward, and two seats her right sat a very tall man, his NIKDDIAS hoodie pulled down tight over his eyes, as he lay his head against the auto bus window trying to get some sleep. As he does so he twitches occasionally, like a dog having a nightmare.
Directly in front of him sat a large man with a long coat draped over his right arm almost cape-like, probably intended to serve as a blanket.
Across the aisle from him was a pretty little red-haired thing in a grey jumpsuit, her knees pressed up against the seat in front of her, as she stared at the ceiling in boredom.
Finally, in the first seat, only one behind the automated driving unit, was a little girl, perhaps as old as eight, wearing a yellow rain jacket with a hood featuring the face of a duck and an orange duck bill. She had a Eurasian look, but it was hard to be certain, as she was wearing those eye-pads typical of those Matrix-Users who can not afford a direct neural connection.
The bus groaned as it made another turn, chugging down the rapidly deteriorating Above-ground highway, crisp sweet-smell of its clean burning Methanol filling the air and making eyes water.
Hope you all are well and happy.