* * *
The high-rise district. It was the nicest part of New Angeles. The eighty-story high buildings covered most of the sky. Robin was asleep in the backseat while Mantis and I discussed some of the things we would be doing. But we were just babies in a gown-up world. We didn't know what to do. At least not me, I had live in New Tokio all my life. Then I got the sensation of something wrong, the sky was suddenly lighting up. Sunrise, I thought, but it coudln't be. I turned to Robin, she was the one with the watch in here. I shook her awake, "What bloody time is it?" she ignored me and stared at the moonroof. And she screamed.
"The moon!" All three of us looked up, the moon was burning, burning in flames that could be seen hundreds of thousands of miles away. The moon was lighting up the sky. But it was impossible, there is no oxygen to burn in outer space.
Then I remembered some job I had done a couple of months ago, I had curiously wandered into the wrong computer and gotten a file that said something about Synthetic Atmospheric Elements, or something the like. It was wrong. It couldn't be. The moon had been shut down officially by the World Council two decades ago, during the Depression.
Then all of a sudden it stopped.
publicado a las 10:37 AM