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Sticky Stuff (no pun intended) / Re: The Dream Journal
« on: July 20, 2014, 06:45:44 AM »
I'm sure there's joke in there about... something... touching... something... AND my 10' pole
Anyway, tonight's was noir as fuck:
It's the far future, and Earth is a wasteland. Superior technology, including super solar and anti-gravity, came too late to save the planet; so we saved ourselves.
All that's left of humanity lives in a massive cube city floating in the sky above the constant dust storms, polluted air, and acid rain.
Crime, gangs, and corruption are rampant throughout the society. There is one "hope" though; a sister city still under construction. It promises to relieve the tensions of overcrowding, and offer many (presumably the rich, powerful, and well connected) a fresh start.
There's been a murder.
It's in the lower levels where justice is expensive and the people are poor... but the victim wasn't from the lower levels.
The police don't go down there, and normally I wouldn't either, but someone really wants to know what happened. Simply put, the pay for this job was too good to turn down.
Long story short: Conspiracy.
Turns out there's a new gang in the city. But this one is different, and not just because it seems very well connected across the entire socioeconomic spectrum. It's more of a religion or cult than a gang. They've usurped key positions that will allow them to populate the new city with only their adherents and ideology. After which... well, they keep talking about how the eighth age ended in poison, and the ninth age will end in fire.
In the end. Nothing I did really changed anything. Their plans weren't stopped by my investigation; no, I was too small and inconsequential. However, their plans were interrupted by the revolution.
As the old city tore itself apart I managed to hitch a ride with my employer over to the unfinished new city. Everything is so green, and bright owing to the use of decorative lenses that playfully focus, scatter, and bend the sun's light around the many gardens...
Then the dream segues into an unrelated bit about me and some "uncle" I've never met (reminds me of the lawyer from Breaking Bad) sitting in a very high end restaurant where the wait staff are ignoring us hoping we'll give up and go away (They dislike the uncle since he's nouveau riche)
you know... I might try to flesh this one out into a genuine story.
Anyway, tonight's was noir as fuck:
It's the far future, and Earth is a wasteland. Superior technology, including super solar and anti-gravity, came too late to save the planet; so we saved ourselves.
All that's left of humanity lives in a massive cube city floating in the sky above the constant dust storms, polluted air, and acid rain.
Crime, gangs, and corruption are rampant throughout the society. There is one "hope" though; a sister city still under construction. It promises to relieve the tensions of overcrowding, and offer many (presumably the rich, powerful, and well connected) a fresh start.
There's been a murder.
It's in the lower levels where justice is expensive and the people are poor... but the victim wasn't from the lower levels.
The police don't go down there, and normally I wouldn't either, but someone really wants to know what happened. Simply put, the pay for this job was too good to turn down.
Long story short: Conspiracy.
Turns out there's a new gang in the city. But this one is different, and not just because it seems very well connected across the entire socioeconomic spectrum. It's more of a religion or cult than a gang. They've usurped key positions that will allow them to populate the new city with only their adherents and ideology. After which... well, they keep talking about how the eighth age ended in poison, and the ninth age will end in fire.
In the end. Nothing I did really changed anything. Their plans weren't stopped by my investigation; no, I was too small and inconsequential. However, their plans were interrupted by the revolution.
As the old city tore itself apart I managed to hitch a ride with my employer over to the unfinished new city. Everything is so green, and bright owing to the use of decorative lenses that playfully focus, scatter, and bend the sun's light around the many gardens...
Then the dream segues into an unrelated bit about me and some "uncle" I've never met (reminds me of the lawyer from Breaking Bad) sitting in a very high end restaurant where the wait staff are ignoring us hoping we'll give up and go away (They dislike the uncle since he's nouveau riche)
you know... I might try to flesh this one out into a genuine story.
