The Interface (Rough Draft) The Throwers

Chapter 7: Thea Adira

Thea Adira quietly kept her distance from the other women as they waited in line for their laundry. She was quiet, not because she didn’t enjoy talking, she just noticed most women turned their nose up at her personality and the way she looked. She was tall, standing around 5’11, with piercing jade green eyes and red hair. Other women considered her “pretty,” and that led to problems in certain situations. Her shapely figure would…

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The Interface (Rough Draft) The Throwers

Chapter 6: A Surprising Day

Sweet serenity. Every follicle was blasting off like a rocket accelerating with a tremendous roar of energetic propulsion. Adrian had never felt so incredible; there was no resistance, just a sensation of soaring off into space with gravity completely irrelevant. He was light as a feather, and giddy; He had never been giddy like this. Colors were so intense and beautiful he wanted to dive into them like a pool. And he could have. Most…

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The Interface (Rough Draft) The Throwers

Chapter 5: Optimal Chemical Balance

Like usual, Adrian woke up with a sick nausea that sat in his stomach like a stone. It didn’t help things that he had wasted an entire day yesterday, the guilt of that ate at him too. He ran through his morning routine of getting ready, then successfully tuned out most of the words from the morning address again. He was looking forward to hanging out with Icar today, surely it would make for a…

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The Interface (Rough Draft) The Throwers

Chapter 4: A Normal Day

Adrian decided today would be just like any other day, and so it was. He and Icar left the cafeteria in a daze together, walking a short way until they decided that they both had their own agenda for the day. His buzz was still quite intense, so he decided to go to one of the pubs at 9 in the morning. (Why not, many believed this to be a perfectly acceptable usage of time.)…

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The Interface (Rough Draft) The Throwers

Chapter 3: Morning D.O.S.E.

It was dreadfully quiet in the cafeteria this morning. Adrian could have guessed it had something to do with the old man they had watched die earlier. The men shuffled in with their heads low and shoulders drooped, staring off into space, presumably watching some video or graphic through their HUD. Sound for videos was internally heard in your head through the Interface, technically generated as a figment of your imagination,but real as air to…

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The Interface (Rough Draft) The Throwers

Chapter 2: Morning Address

Adrian stared lazily as the teacher droned on about equality of outcome for every Bronze Citizen. The teacher could not see or hear him; the lesson was being broadcast to the entire land under the Earth Temple’s jurisdiction. It was the morning address that was “encouraged” viewing. Watching the morning lesson was not mandatory, but it was how one earned their breakfast food credit. At a glance the teacher in front of him looked completely…

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The Interface (Rough Draft) The Throwers

Chapter 1: Perusing the Deepweb

Adrian sat by the fire that had mostly burned away to a cold and gray ash. Only a few small pockets of heat remained as he stared into the dwindling pile of embers that struggled against the wind to stay alive. He was completely lost in thought, absentmindedly drawing his shawl over his shivering shoulders with a blank and unwavering stare. The cold was not important right now. Only his thoughts mattered at this exact…

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