« on: April 03, 2007, 09:35:31 pm »
This story I am working on - a work in progress - I would like to have some criticism about it - but I will have more, probably tomorrow.
It is amazing, that, as I never have found the need to blather about myself - or - write in this manner whatsoever, I find it necessary to communicate the events of these past few months. I am a scientist, a chemist - as are my peers, and was happy to be that; and only that, until two months ago.
It was a beautiful Spring Evening on the streets of District Four, as always. The dim rays of the sun, now brighter than usual, shined brilliantly through the arboretum-like canvas that was the Glass Dome. The sunshine skimmed and skipped across the rooftops of the small shops of the area quite beautifully. I was on my way to the Chemistry Utensil Shop of the area, for earlier during study I had broken a few necessary flasks. While browsing the shop‚Äôs wares, I found the needed supplies, along with a few generic items that were more improved than tools of the previous day. I picked them up as well, paid the necessary credits, and then left, with a profound need to relax from the day‚Äôs study. I headed toward the usual place - the refreshment area down the street.
There was much clatter as I entered the refreshment area - all of the fellow chemists were speaking of their recent study. One was boasting of his improvements on the current military formula for the ‚Äúpaste‚Äù of their ‚Äústicky bomb‚Äù. Another was discussing with a peer how he had a dilemma with his current assignment - improving upon a deodorizing formula used in District Two.
‚ÄúHello, Joseph.‚Äù The barman said, ‚ÄúThe usual?‚Äù
‚ÄúYes, Percy.‚Äù I said.
When I received my order, I began munching on nutritional supplement #49 along with a glass of purified water. As I was eating, I couldn‚Äôt help but notice the peculiarities of the man sitting next to me. He looked disgruntled, and was awkwardly slumped over the bar, picking at his food, and grimacing as he put it in his mouth. He barely had a head of hair - usually people would wear caps in this instance. However, I finally recognized him.
‚ÄúRonald Burns!‚Äù. I said, enthusiastically. Ronald was renowned for his work in collaboration with District Two - the medical studies district - as a biochemist. At one time, he was part of the Hierarchy - able to choose his own work instead of having the state choose it for him.
‚ÄúWhat of it?‚Äù, he said, with a scornful look. ‚ÄúOh, you‚Äôre that Joseph Cardly fellow - aren‚Äôt you? We worked together on that blasted Hanover project, correct?‚Äù
‚ÄúYes.‚Äù I said, though shocked that he would refer to his studies as ‚Äúblasted‚Äù.
We talked no more, though I still did notice peculiarities about his manner - and he drank no water, but drank from some archaic silver flask, a container I hadn‚Äôt seen in a long time. After a while, he staggered off, and his eccentric walk attracted the attention of fellow bar-goers.