and bubbled with frothing splashes of life not seen anywhere on the surface. People dwelling on Level 5, enjoyed a rich existence; they lived among an attractive campus-like setting, and descending Levelers referred to them as, “Those in the Ivory Tower,” but inhabitants there considered themselves as Oveam Park residents.
Jason could easily traverse the entire level by using the interconnected web of interlocked escalators, elevators, and light rail systems. A beautiful amalgam of architectural form and function pleasantly blended the transportation system neatly into the level’s periphery. Overwhelmed by the profusion of spectacular views, Jason could never get tired of looking down from the platforms into the inner part of the level. The large open center gave way to an orchestra of terraced green parks, pedestrian walkways, and small lakes. Twelve miles across, a slight haze seeped through the horizon, virtually obscuring the other side; from any vantage point, Oveam Park residents could by no means ever tell that they lived miles below a barren wasteland.
Jason loved the darkest hours of the night, when all the tri-level homes and multi-level tenement buildings dimmed; and the stares of the zipper like Milky Way Galaxy gathered, and stretched from horizon to horizon on the artificial sky: the remarkable show blazed like no other. “Night-time views are far more spectacular here than any other false skies projected below,” Jason thought as he hurriedly pushed Sofia up a ramp leading to the Lite-Rail entrance.
The door opened softly to the crowded car, and people stared strangely at him as he maneuvered her Hover Med Cart onboard.
“Excuse me,” Jason politely remarked as he squeezed through the crowd of people.
“The mechanic from HOVERTECH is hailing you.” Sofia spoke from beneath the poly-tech blanket startling a woman standing next to him.
“I will call him back later, please put him on hold, Sofia.”
“Yes, Jason.”
“What do you have under the blanket, mister?” the startled woman inquired.
“It’s called, None-ya,” Jason reproachfully replied.
“What’s a None-ya?” she inquisitively asked.
“It means, none of your damn business,” Jason sarcastically answered.
“She walked right into that one,” Jason thought while pushing Sofia out of the Lite-Rail car, and into the main lobby of SYNTECH; the Lite-Rail System’s convenience was amazing to him as it traversed right to the front door of SYNTECH.
“Here we are, Sofia …front door service.”
“I like it short and sweet,” she stated.
“What do you like, short and sweet?”
“Our journey here. Jason…”
“Yes, Sofia?” he responded softly.
“Will you still love me if they cannot make me as beautiful as before?”
“I loved you for saving my life, and nothing will ever change those feelings, Sofia.”
S YNTECH
“Mister Bjorn, it seems your SYN has been severely damaged.”
“Really, I hadn’t noticed.”
“You don’t have to get sarcastic with me, sir.”
“Sorry, but I am having a real bad day.”
“Well, your day is about to get even worse, Mister Bjorn.”
“Fine, give me the bad news.”
“We would like your permission to power down your SYN.”
“What are you saying? You want to kill her?” he begrudgingly yapped.
“The damage to your SYN’s bio-carbon system and chassis, is almost too severe to repair.”
“What about her neural net or operating system?”
“They seem to be intact and in good working order,” the Technician replied coldly.
“OK, I want to repair her then.”
“Mister Bjorn, the costs
Jason could easily traverse the entire level by using the interconnected web of interlocked escalators, elevators, and light rail systems. A beautiful amalgam of architectural form and function pleasantly blended the transportation system neatly into the level’s periphery. Overwhelmed by the profusion of spectacular views, Jason could never get tired of looking down from the platforms into the inner part of the level. The large open center gave way to an orchestra of terraced green parks, pedestrian walkways, and small lakes. Twelve miles across, a slight haze seeped through the horizon, virtually obscuring the other side; from any vantage point, Oveam Park residents could by no means ever tell that they lived miles below a barren wasteland.
Jason loved the darkest hours of the night, when all the tri-level homes and multi-level tenement buildings dimmed; and the stares of the zipper like Milky Way Galaxy gathered, and stretched from horizon to horizon on the artificial sky: the remarkable show blazed like no other. “Night-time views are far more spectacular here than any other false skies projected below,” Jason thought as he hurriedly pushed Sofia up a ramp leading to the Lite-Rail entrance.
The door opened softly to the crowded car, and people stared strangely at him as he maneuvered her Hover Med Cart onboard.
“Excuse me,” Jason politely remarked as he squeezed through the crowd of people.
“The mechanic from HOVERTECH is hailing you.” Sofia spoke from beneath the poly-tech blanket startling a woman standing next to him.
“I will call him back later, please put him on hold, Sofia.”
“Yes, Jason.”
“What do you have under the blanket, mister?” the startled woman inquired.
“It’s called, None-ya,” Jason reproachfully replied.
“What’s a None-ya?” she inquisitively asked.
“It means, none of your damn business,” Jason sarcastically answered.
“She walked right into that one,” Jason thought while pushing Sofia out of the Lite-Rail car, and into the main lobby of SYNTECH; the Lite-Rail System’s convenience was amazing to him as it traversed right to the front door of SYNTECH.
“Here we are, Sofia …front door service.”
“I like it short and sweet,” she stated.
“What do you like, short and sweet?”
“Our journey here. Jason…”
“Yes, Sofia?” he responded softly.
“Will you still love me if they cannot make me as beautiful as before?”
“I loved you for saving my life, and nothing will ever change those feelings, Sofia.”
S YNTECH
“Mister Bjorn, it seems your SYN has been severely damaged.”
“Really, I hadn’t noticed.”
“You don’t have to get sarcastic with me, sir.”
“Sorry, but I am having a real bad day.”
“Well, your day is about to get even worse, Mister Bjorn.”
“Fine, give me the bad news.”
“We would like your permission to power down your SYN.”
“What are you saying? You want to kill her?” he begrudgingly yapped.
“The damage to your SYN’s bio-carbon system and chassis, is almost too severe to repair.”
“What about her neural net or operating system?”
“They seem to be intact and in good working order,” the Technician replied coldly.
“OK, I want to repair her then.”
“Mister Bjorn, the costs
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