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When Adrian, a scrap miner from town in the middle of nowhere ends up in Jericho, the capital of Earth, he must make the decision between his obligations and his dreams.

Submitted: March 02, 2018

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Submitted: March 02, 2018



The ruins looked ominous in the distance. A combination of black jagged metal spires and a twilight fog bestowed a hostile and forbidding aesthetic upon the valley below. Adrian looked back at the fallen tower behind them; he couldn’t help but gaze at the mile-long trail of broken concrete, carbon fiber, and metal shards that lead into this valley of death’s shadow.

“Just look at this place, Luke,” said Adrian.

“Yeah,” Luke replied.

“The remnants of a fallen city, a fallen civilization.”

“Yeah, and here we are, over a century later, mining it’s ruins for scrap while our government puts billions into building space stations and off-world colonies.”

“Yeah, but I think the universe be less exciting without a few space colonies here and there,” Adrian said. “Ah well, I guess we should head home now.”

“Yeah, we really should,” Luke replied, activating the flashlight on his hard hat. “Our folks will probably be worried about us.”

“I know,” Adrian replied.

Their walk was long, an hour spent in almost total darkness, save for the unnatural, piercing beam of Luke's flashlight. The sounds of nature and nighttime surrounded Luke and Adrian as they made their trek home. Owls hooting, crickets chirping. They walked along the narrow forest path, barely wide enough for both of them to walk side-by-side.

Eventually, they could see the beacons of civilization in the distance. Streetlights, meant to deter criminals. As Luke and Adrian approached the town, the light they emitted seemed less warm and welcoming and more harsh and white. Adrian parted ways with Luke at some dusty street corner and walked the rest of the way to his house. When Adrian arrived at home, he found a cold dinner waiting at the dinner table for him; his father was also at the table, waiting for him.

“Dad, I know what you’re going to say,” Adrian murmured.

“You’re going to accounting school,” his father replied, coldly.

“Wait, what?” Adrian responded in shock.

“I guess you didn’t know what I was going to say,” his father jokingly replied.

“Ok, good one Dad. You had me worried there, for a second I thought you were being serious.”

“I am,” he replied, looking Adrian dead in the eyes. “This is the fourth time this week that you’ve been working overtime; you were supposed to be back home three hours ago. I don’t want you out in the valley, sifting through rubble for electronics and scrap metal to sell.”

“Dad, I-”

“Adrian, that sort of work will drain your body and soul,” he interrupted, “I don’t want you doing it for the rest of your life. Your mother and I sent an application to an accounting college in Jericho and they accepted you. I know it’s sudden, but we can’t bare to see you slaving away in that valley any longer.”

“Dad, I’m saving up money for art school. I don’t want to be an accountant. You expect me to go thousands of miles away to Jericho and study accounting. I can’t believe you.”

“It’s not like you’ll be alone; you already know Luke is going to school in Jericho too. Not to mention, you have that Jerichonian girlfriend of yours who you’re always talking to on your HoloPhone.”

“Even if I’m not alone in the city, it’s still a huge change.”

“I’m doing this because I love you, son.”

“I know, but this is ridiculous.”

“No, what is ridiculous is you mining for scraps while you try to save money for art school. Art just isn’t a career, son, it’s a hobby, and you shouldn’t be wasting your time in that God-forsaken valley.”

“Dad,” Adrian sighed, “How are you going to pay for my schooling?” Where will I stay in Jericho? Have you even thought this through?”

“I’ve been saving up money for years, and the course is part time, so you’ll be able to work on the side. ”

“Dad, there has to be some other way I can-”

“Son, there isn’t.”

“You’re not going to let me say ‘no’, are you?”

“Of course I’m not. I’m looking out for your future, I wouldn’t be your Dad if I wasn’t.”

Adrian sighed deeply.


The dirt runway was dry and dusty in the summer heat. Adrian hugged his parents tightly as he prepared to board the small plane that had landed there. Luke and his parents were there too, performing the same ritual of hugging and goodbyes as he was preparing to depart.

“We’ll miss you, Son,” Adrian’s father said, holding back a tear. His mother made no such effort to hold back her tears as she hugged him tightly.

With the departure time approaching, and Adrian and Luke having said their goodbyes, they stepped onto the small, windowless, plane and took their seats.

“So this is it,” Luke commented, strapping himself into his seat.

“Yeah, this is it.” Adrian replied, “We’re going to be out in the world. I’ll finally get to see Sophia in person again. I can’t wait to see her.”

“I can’t wait to get to Jericho either. One day, you and I will both have careers in that city. We’ll look back on this day as the day our adult lives began.”

“Yeah, but don’t you think that it seems a bit meaningless. A career is just that, a career. It’s a job you do to keep yourself from starving to death.”

“That’s pretty pessimistic. I like to think that jobs and careers give people motivation and purpose. People just kinda feel the need to be productive.”

“I suppose, but how are people supposed to get motivation and purpose from careers when they are so inherently meaningless.”

“I think some people are happy with meaningless jobs because they can find meaning elsewhere in their lives,” Luke explained. “I think we’re about to take off.

As the plane began to take off, Adrian pulled out his HoloPhone. The device was a worn out and rectangular. From the phone, an abstract three-dimensional shape was projected in frozen holographic light. Adrian began to mold, refine, and color the figure in front of him, until it resembled something like a blueish supernova mixed with fractal snowflake.

It was well into the afternoon when they landed, and Adrian’s girlfriend was waiting for them at the gate. When they exited the the terminal, Adrian soon found himself being tightly squeezed as Sophia’s arms wrapped around him.

“It’s so good to see you!” she exclaimed, “I haven’t gotten to see you in person since last year.”

“I know,” Adrian replied, “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too, Adrian,” she replied. “Well, I suppose we shouldn’t make a scene. Why don’t we go see the city?”

“Sounds good,” Luke said.

“What do you to want to see first?” Sophia asked. “There’s the Earth Capitol Building, or Jericho City Hall, or the Holographic Art Museum.”

“That all sounds great,” Adrian chimed in, “but I think we should probably get some food first.”

“Yeah, the meals on the plane weren’t very filling,” Luke commented.

“Alright, we can get some thing to eat in the city square. There’s this really good food stand there,” Sophia said, leading them out of the airport.

Once they were outside, Sophia hailed a hovering cab. During the drive, Sophia pointed out various buildings and monuments, as did the cab driver. They both observed statues, and massive skyscrapers with an infinite amount of windows, and shops with enormous glowing advertisements, and intricate structures of astonishingly complex architecture and design. Adrian and Luke were both highly intrigued by the sights of Jericho, and were thus a bit saddened when they reached the city square.

The city square, while not as impressive as some of Jericho’s monuments, was still rather aesthetically pleasing. Shops and apartment buildings were neatly organized into blocks along the square and sandstone walkways for pedestrians were neatly distributed in a grid. At the center of the square was a small, but elegant, fountain, atop which was the holographic statue of a weary looking man. Light filled the plaza, as the rays of the sun reflected off of the sandstone and the fountain waters.

Sophia brought Luke and Adrian to a small shawarma stand near the center of the square. Their mouths watered as the aroma of middle eastern street cuisine drifted into their nostrils. Sophia’s mouth began to water as well as she payed for the food. Upon receiving their order, they all decided they wanted to see the Capitol Building, so they set of on foot towards their destination as they munched on shawarma.

“This stuff is pretty good,” Luke observed.

“Yeah, they make pretty good stuff,” Sophia agreed. “I go to that stand often.”

“I can see why,” Adrian said with a full mouth.

“I’m glad you like it,” Sophia giggled.

Adrian looked back towards the square for a moment, just as the fountain began to recede from view as he walked away.

“What are you looking at?” Sophia inquired.

“Everything,” Adrian answered, “but I was mostly looking at the hologram in the city square behind us.”

“Oh, the fountain statue,” Sophia explained, “It’s the image of a man named Amir Abdullah, who helped the city greatly during a time of global instability and helped it emerge as the global capital.” The statue was now fully out of view as they continued towards the Capitol Building.

“Huh, interesting,” said Luke, “For a sec I thought it was just some random piece of holographic art.”

“We can see some holographic art later at the museum if you want,” Sophia offered.

“No thanks,” Luke replied, “I think that’s something you and Adrian would probably enjoy more than I would.”

“Probably,” Sophia chuckled, “Adrian and I are probably more artsy than you.”

“That reminds me,” Adrian said, pulling out his holophone and proceeding to show Sophia the holographic image he had constructed. While it still resembled a fractal supernova, it now possessed a kind of irredecense and vibrancy. Colorful geometries and pulsating patterns of light were incorporated into the figure. It seemed simultaneously inanimate and and alive. Aquamarine and indigo webs were wrapped in a cascade of light. Some would have called it a product of creative genius, but Adrian thought of it more as a product of being on a transatlantic flight with nothing else to do.

“That’s amazing,” remarked Sophia, “You could be a great artist one day.”

“Thanks,” Adrian said, “You think?”

“Yeah, why not?” Sophia replied.

“Well,” Luke interjected as he finished the last of his shawarma, “As talented as you might be, Adrian, and you are very talented, I just don’t know how likely that is.”

Sophia rolled her eyes slightly. “Oh, Luke, always such the pessimist.” she contended, “I suppose you would prefer it if Adian worked at a desk job for the rest of his life.”

“Well we did come to Jericho to become accountants,” Luke countered, “And I prefer to think of myself as more of a pragmatist than a pessimist.”

“Don't you think we have enough accountants in the world?” Sophia argued, “Maybe we need more artists.”

“Economics says otherwise, I’m afraid,” Luke responded, “There just aren’t as many jobs in the arts as there are in the white collar fields.”

“Ah, maybe someday, right?” Adrian suggested.

“Maybe,” Luke replied.

“Probably,” Sophia replied.

The Capitol Building was now within view. The building was brick-shaped and metallic, the glare of the sun reflecting off of its walls and windows. The blue, green and white flag of the United Republic of Earth was waving majestically in the distance above.

“Do they offer tours?” Adrian asked, “Of the Capitol Building, I mean.”

“Yeah, but visitors are only allowed when the legislature isn’t in session. They’re currently debating the annual budget right now.”

“Ah, I see says the blind man,” Luke uttered.

“We should probably head back to my place,” Sophia suggested, looking at the now reddened sky, “We don’t want to be out after dark. I’ll go hail a cab”

“You’re right,” Adrian noted as he gazed into the sunset, “Its getting kinda late.”

Adrian continued looking into the sunset. He lost himself in the warm pink sky. He lost himself in the the bright, yellow circle that was the sun hanging in a mist of orange clouds. The warm colors surrounded his vision, twisting and turning all around him. Hues of red, orange, and yellow seemed to mix together in beautiful, vibrant patterns as the sun began its rest.

Adrian had seen countless sunsets, but none had moved him like this. He felt lost in a dreamlike state of wonder, as if he could hear the voice of God. As he heard the cab pull up, he stepped slowly towards the car, his eyes still fixated on the sunset, his mind still drowning in wonder.

As he stepped forward, he heard the crinkle of paper beneath his foot. Adrian snapped out of his dreamlike state and looked down at the paper caught between the ground and his shoe. Adrian kneeled down and picked up the paper; it was a flyer for an art competition, the winner of whom would be automatically accepted into the Lunar Academy of the Arts.

“Adrian, C’mon,” Sophia yelled from inside the cab.

Adrian hurriedly entered the hovering taxi, the flyer still in his hand.

“Whatcha got there?” Luke inquired, seated next to Adrian in the cab.

“It’s a flyer.” Adrian answered, “I found it on the street.”

“What for?” Sophia asked.

“Some art contest. Here, look,” he replied, stretching his arm across Luke to hand Sophia the flyer.

“Wow,” Sophia exclaimed, her eyes rapidly scanning over the paper, “This looks interesting. An art contest at the museum tomorrow. You have to create a masterpiece in under 8 hours. If you get first place, you get a free scholarship to the Lunar Academy. Man, it would be awesome to compete.”

“Yeah, but look at the admissions fee,” Luke observed, his eyes focused on the flyer still in Sophia’s hands. “That’s a lot of money just to enter an art contest.”

“Yeah, but the prize is a full scholarship to one of the most prestigious institutions in the entire solar system,” Sophia argued, “I imagine that’s well worth the admissions fee.”

“Only if you win,” Luke retorted.

“Guys, It doesn’t matter anyways,” Adrian interjected, “I just thought the flyer was cool.”

Just as Adrian finished his sentence, the taxi rolled to a stop. “Ma’am, I think your destination,” the cab driver declared. Sophia, Adrian, and Luke exited the cab and Sophia tipped the driver. They walked into a five story apartment building, took an elevator three floors up, and walked seven doors to the left. Sophia got out a key from her purse and opened the door, revealing her apartment.

As they walked inside, Adrian and Luke were greeted warmly by Sophia’s parents. “Hello,” Sophia’s mother drawled, “Adrian, Luke, It’s so good to see you again. We haven’t seen you two since our vacation to the Americas last year.” Sophia’s father extended an outstretched hand, which Adrian quickly shook.

“Thanks for letting us stay here until we can find a good place to stay,” Luke said with gratitude.

“Yeah, thank you so much,” said Adrian, following Luke.

“Oh, no problem,” Sophia’s mother replied, “You two are always welcome here. We don’t really have a guest room, so you and Luke will have to sleep on the couches out here in the living room.”

“Sounds good,” Adrian remarked, “If you don’t mind, I think Luke and I are going to go to bed a little early. I think we’re both a bit jet-lagged.”

“No problem at all, dear,” Sophia’s mother nodded, “There are already some blankets and pillows on the couches. We’ll be in our bedrooms if you need us. You two get some rest, ok.”

“We will,” Luke responded.

The lights were soon turned off, Luke and Adrian dressed into their sleep attire, and the world seemed to become chaotic as Adrian laid down on the couch, unable to sleep with the noises of the city faintly whispering in his ears. “Luke, can you sleep?” Adrian asked in a quiet voice.

“No, not really.” Luke replied, “Even though I’m dead tired.”

“Me too,” said Adrian. “You wanna talk for a bit?”

“Sure. What do you want to talk about.”

“I dunno,” said Adrian. “What about that art competition?”

“What about it? Are you asking me if you should compete?”

“No, I just think that…”

“Look Adrian, I know you want to compete, but it’s not like you really have the financial means to do so. If you had that much money to spare, I would encourage you wholeheartedly.”

“Well, I do have the money my folks gave me for my tuition.”

“Please don’t tell me you’re thinking about putting your college money into an art contest that you found out about less than three hours ago.”

“I didn’t say I was.”


“I just… I don’t know if I could be happy as an accountant.”

“To be quite honest, Adrian, I’m not really sure someone like you, someone with such a talent and passion, could be happy as an accountant. I think you do owe it to your parents to try, however.

“That doesn’t really help me, Luke.”

“I didn’t say it would. Goodnight, Adrian.”


Adrian awoke the next morning in a groggy daze. Slowly, he lifted himself off the couch. It didn’t seem like anyone else was up. Looking out the living room window, he could see that it was before sunrise; The sky was just slightly illuminated in a gradient, but the sun hadn’t yet ascended above the horizon. Adrian slowly pulled a toothbrush and a pair of clothes out of his suitcase and headed into the bathroom.

After Adrian had showered and groomed himself, he went back into the living room. Immediately, he noticed that the sun had halfway risen above the horizon. Adrian stared out the apartment’s window into the sunrise, losing himself in a cascade of warm colors and in the gradient of the sky. Once again, he heard the voice of heaven whisper in his ear. It was calling him. “Adrian,” it seemed to say, “Adrian, Adrian.” Feeling a tap on his shoulder, he jerked his head to face Sophia. For just an instant, just before reality snapped back to him, Adrian could have sworn her face was as warm and radiant as the sunset.

“Adrian,” she said, “What were you doing? It seemed like you couldn’t hear me.”

“Oh,” he replied, “I guess I was daydreaming.”

“Clearly,” said Sophia. “What do you want to do for breakfast?”

“I don’t know.”

“You decide while I take a shower, ok?”

“Sound good.”

Adrian took a seat on the couch where he had slept. Deep inside of him, there was still that deep and lingering feeling of inspiration. A creativity that needed to express itself. Even as he tried to bring himself to consider breakfast options, his mind always wandered back to that deep creative desire. He couldn’t shake it. His eyes began to wander around the room, scanning it for seemingly nothing. At first, his eyes drifted up towards the eggshell ceiling, and the downwards to the beige walls. From there, they darted all around the room, from the lamp, to the still sleeping Luke, to the holographic tv, and then to the uncrumpled piece of paper rested atop his suitcase. Adrian picked up the flyer, and in an instant, made his decision.

At that moment, Sophia emerged from the bathroom, her curled ebony hair still slightly damp and her clothes slightly wrinkled. She walked over to Adrian, who was still hunched over on the couch. “So, what do you want for breakfast?” she asked.

“We can get something on the way,” Adrian replied.

“On the way to where? What are you talking about?”

“I have a surprise for you.”

“What kinda surprise?”

“Just trust me.”

With that, Sophia and Adrian left the apartment complex. Adrian hailed a cab, discreetly showing the driver his destination on his holophone, so as to conceal the location from Sophia. When the cab stopped, Sophia was shocked.

“Here we are,” Adrian said, as he tipped the driver a few credits, “The Jericho Museum of the Holographic Arts.”

“Adrian, are you doing what I think you’re doing,” Sophia worriedly asked.

“Hurry up,” Adrian said, dodging the question as he walked towards the museum entrance.

“Adrian, are you seriously going to enter the contest?” Sophia asked as she caught up to him.

“We are. The both of us. The flyer said that two people or fewer could compete together.”

“I know that, Adrian. I just don’t want to see you spend your entire tuition just for us to enter some art contest. I know what I said before, and while I think it would be great to compete, it seems like you’re being a bit impulsive.”

“It’s not about the contest,” Adrian explained, “I’ll never be happy just being an accountant. This is going to be my chance to see if I can make it in this world as an artist, to see if I can be myself. If not, then I’ll do what my father wants and become an accountant. I don’t care if it costs half a semester's tuition; I’m going to do it whether or not you chose to join me.”

“Alright then,” Sophia declared, “Let’s do this.”

Inside the museum, there was a man behind a kiosk. “We’re here for the contest,” Adrian told him.

“Wonderful,” said the man, “You can pay here. The contest room is just past the neo-modernist exhibit and to the left.” Adrian got out his holophone and transferred the entry fee money to the museum, then proceed to follow the man’s directions to the contest room. Once inside the room, Adrian and Sophia were provided with a large holographic projector and a small space in which to work.

Adrian immediately began by creating the base of his piece, a yellowish, warmly glowing orb, around which he slowly sculpted into a figure which appeared half abstract and half realistic, almost like a woman from a dimension with different geometry and physics. The image appeared to embody the very concept of light, and of warmth. Inspiration took over his entire being as he labored over every detail, perfecting his creation. As Adrian worked on the centerpiece, Sophia worked on the secondary details, creating small spheres, points of light, and liquid forms that resembled glowing water suspended in zero-g. She created arcs of light and spiral patterns to emphasize the central figure.

Once they had both completed the tasks of creating the holographic form and perfecting the most minute of details, they enhanced their creation. They added impossible colors, incredible patterns of light and movement, They labored endlessly in a creative fury, adding detail after detail, constantly making sure every piece worked and matched with every other.

After eight hours of non-stop holographic design, their time was up. They took one step back admiring their creation. It was a goddess, a goddess of inspiration and illumination. Her features were abstract, yet they had a quality of reality and tangibility to them. Around her were fantastic arcs, spirals, points, and forms of dazzling and moving light and color. And finally, she held in her arms a small, yellowish orb, as if she were nursing a baby sun.

The judges went around the pieces, one after the other. Adrian and Sophia, as tired as they were, couldn’t help but feel the suspense building.

As the judges examined their piece, Adrian and Sophia scanned every inch of their faces for some detail or expression that would show what they thought of the goddess. Alas, the judges did everything in there power to hide their feelings and expression towards the pieces, leaving Sophia and Adrian in the dark. Eventually, the judges moved on to another piece, leaving the duo with simultaneous feelings of relief and dreadful uncertainty.

After the examination, the judges went into deliberation behind closed doors. It was behind those doors that they decided the fate of every artist in that room. Seconds passed to minutes, minutes passed to hours. Every moment Adrian spent waiting was filled with overwhelming suspense and tiredness.

Suddenly, without warning or apology, the judges emerged from their isolation. In third place, they declared, was a man named Nicolas Pierre who had constructed a piece to resemble the concept of decay. In second place, were the Williams twins, Joan and Rachel, who had together shaped a breathtaking image of the fall of the Tower of Babel.

Now, the suspense in the air was as thick as honey. The room was dead silent. Half the room was preparing acceptance speeches, the other half was bracing themselves for disappointment. What was only seconds, but felt like days passed by, until finally the judges announced, “The recipient of the scholarship to the Lunar Academy and the first place winner is… Mr. Solomon Alexander for his piece representing the concept of unity.” With those 26 words, Adrian fell apart. Barely holding back a sob, he walked out of the room with his head hanging low. Sophia followed behind him.

His feet became lead, weighted down with shame and sorrow. Eons of agony passed between every step he took. Just as Prometheus was eternally chained to a rock as punishment for giving fire to man, so to was

Adrian bound with regret, punishing himself for his efforts. He continued to hold back his sobs, keeping himself quiet as tears leaked from his eyes.

Luke and Dad were right, he told himself, I should’ve known I wouldn't amount to anything.

Even the eons between steps seemed to slow to a halt. Adrian now felt as if he were in some sort of limbo or hell, where nothing changed, time never passed, and unrelenting self-hatred and depression would consume him for eternity. He could hardly bare to continue walking. Tiredness and emotional ruin were clawing away at his very being. He felt as though he was slipping into insanity.

Yet, he persisted. He would not fall, not today; he fought to hold on to the shreds of his sanity. He did not persist for the sake of the future, he didn’t think he had any. He did not persist for his own sake; he hated himself more than he hated anyone else. He persisted for the sake of the goddess, the inspiration, the one who had supported his dreams no matter the risk.

Adrian looked up, Sophia was now in front of him, opening the door for him. As Adrian was about to walk through the door that Sophia was holding open for him and leave the museum, he turned his head back to briefly gaze upon the exhibits just one last time.

A man was running towards them. “Hold on,” he shouted, nearly out of breath. The man halted to a stop just a few feet in front of Sophia and Adrian. “Why are you leaving?” he asked.

“The contest is over and we didn’t win anything,” Sophia replied, “Why would we stay?”

“You won fourth place.” The man said.

“What about it?” Sophia uttered.

“What do you mean ‘What about it?’” The man replied, in shock, “You do realize this contest is basically a massive recruitment event for all the major art schools in the Solar System! Anyone who gets better than tenth place is pretty much guaranteed a scholarship to somewhere.”

“Wait, really?” Sophia exclaimed. Adrian was beginning to pull himself together, although he remained silent.

Pulling out a pamphlet, he continued, “I’m actually a recruiter from the Novaroma School of Art. We’re located in the Asteroid Belt and we’d be more than willing to give you both a full ride.”

“I can’t believe it.” Sophia exclaimed, “Adrian, can you believe it?”

Tears once again flowed from Adrian’s eyes as he made no attempt to hold them back. He burst out crying, crying like he had never cried before. As Adrian lifted his head, Sophia could see tears of joy in his eyes, tears which flowed from Adrian’s now smiling face.


As Adrian dragged his suitcase behind him, he couldn’t help but think the spaceport was a bit cold, and a bit too space-agey in appearance. The halls, terminals, and gates of the spaceport were almost entirely silver and ivory in color.

“So, the Asteroid Belt,” Adrian observed.

“Yeah, should be one hell of an experience,” Sophia commented as she continued to walk.

“Do you think we’ll see the Tesla Roadster?”

“Adrian, that car is over four hundred years old. I don’t think we’ll see it.”

“But there’s a chance,” Adrian said, optimistically. Sophia chuckled.

“I think this is the gate,” she said, looking ahead and squinting her eyes. “Hold on, is that Luke… and my parents.”

Waiting for Sophia and Adrian at the gate were Sophia’s parents and Luke, who was holding out his holophone. The holophone projected the image of Adrian’s mom and dad.

“I wanted to see you off,” Luke explained, “and so did your folks.”

Sophia hugged her parents goodbye as Adrian said his farewells to his parents on HoloCall.

“I’m going to miss you, Son,” Adrian’s dad said as his mother sobbed.

“I’m going to miss you to Dad,” Adrian replied.

Over the loudspeaker, a voice said, “Now boarding for flight one-three-five to Novaroma Station in the Belt.”

Adrian and Sophia boarded the spacecraft, having said their goodbyes. They put their bags up and rested themselves in the craft’s fine leather seats. Adrian couldn’t help but look around, noticing the polish of the space vessel’s chrome and plastic interior. Holographic safety displays surrounded the passengers, yet didn’t seem to bother them.

Adrian began to feel the rumbling of the engines and the the ignition of the fusion drive. Adrian was shaken to his core, his entire being seemingly vibrating in sync with the spacecraft. Time seemed to be simultaneously moving faster and slower, as both nervous anticipation and excitement welled up inside of him. A chill ran down his spine. Everything was building to this moment, the moment that lives would be forever changed. Adrian and Sophia held each other tightly as the spacecraft took off. They had began their ascent.


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