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Authors: Brady Millerson
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taking on a whole new perspective.
The sensation of the rapidly accelerating speed with which all transporters traveled along the Highway was a novel feeling. A strange tickling in Sofia’s stomach was just one of the events of the moment that was assisting in building up the excitement inside of her. Where they were headed was one of the many pieces of data that she still had not been given. But she figured Mr. Sanders’ plan up to this point had been skillfully executed. He seemed to know what he was doing.
Pondering on the events of the day, it became apparent to Sofia that her life seemed as equally sustained in its entirety as it was in the secluded moment of the here and now. It was as if some unknown Force had masterfully planned it. Was everything happening under such determined conditions that attributing it to coincidence would be out of the question? Could it be that there was nothing happening that was not part of some teleological function, an actual, meaningful end to all of it?
With John sleeping next to her, she placed her hand upon his cheek saying, “Rest, my dear friend. I believe our time is coming.”
Closing her eyes once again, she was able to drift away to that wonderful world of dreams.
The intense beating of Mr. Sanders’ heart was causing his chest to tighten. Clenching his left breast, he struggled to keep his breath. His eyes were fastened to the Highway. It was all too familiar: the multitudes of empty vehicles littering its edges, the deep blackness and contrasting dim canopies of orange haze emitting from the ceiling-mounted lights. He had to keep his mind on these commonly seen objects in order to ease himself of the rising anxiety that was creeping in, as every few minutes he would pass by a Security vehicle driving down one of the lanes of opposing traffic.
Unlike the city, the velocity of the vehicles was of a relatively rapid rate of speed. The feeling of racing along the smooth, black road of the Highway was much more relaxing and free spirited, giving a sense of separation from the cramped quarters of Labor.
There were many miles between them and the end of the road. Mr. Sanders, cognizant of the necessity for a plan of action in order to get the children into the green hills that existed beyond the Highway’s walls, pondered considerably between several possibilities. There was only going to be one opportunity in the matter. He wanted to choose the option with the best possible chance for success.
It seemed so strange to him that, in their days, he and Helen found it so easy to visit the world outside. Their frequent excursions to their hidden place of solitude and peace were always filled with moments of joy, a joy that, sadly, on every occasion, ended with the disheartening return to the doldrums of their humble abode in the dreary apartment complex.
Why did they not stay in their home in the forest? Why did they always return? These were questions that the old man kicked himself with every day of his life. Perhaps it was the fear of being caught that kept them from permanently fleeing. Or, maybe, it was all part of a universal scheme of which he was not privy to. He did not know the answer to his own questions. But, as their once-in-a-lifetime chance to disappear from Labor was so close, and committing to the change was so difficult, in the end, just as they were about to wipe off the dust of their feet to the City, they were thwarted by a stroke of bad luck.
Discovering that the tunneled, drainage complex, that was so readily accessible to them at the time, had been suddenly sealed off, replaced by a more compact system, too narrow for any human to pass through, was a devastating blow to Helen. They would never return to their little paradise. Gripped by an endless bout of depression for the remaining years of her life, Helen existed in bodily form only. The old man could do nothing for her. He just watched as she withered like an autumn leaf, before being taken to
The sensation of the rapidly accelerating speed with which all transporters traveled along the Highway was a novel feeling. A strange tickling in Sofia’s stomach was just one of the events of the moment that was assisting in building up the excitement inside of her. Where they were headed was one of the many pieces of data that she still had not been given. But she figured Mr. Sanders’ plan up to this point had been skillfully executed. He seemed to know what he was doing.
Pondering on the events of the day, it became apparent to Sofia that her life seemed as equally sustained in its entirety as it was in the secluded moment of the here and now. It was as if some unknown Force had masterfully planned it. Was everything happening under such determined conditions that attributing it to coincidence would be out of the question? Could it be that there was nothing happening that was not part of some teleological function, an actual, meaningful end to all of it?
With John sleeping next to her, she placed her hand upon his cheek saying, “Rest, my dear friend. I believe our time is coming.”
Closing her eyes once again, she was able to drift away to that wonderful world of dreams.
The intense beating of Mr. Sanders’ heart was causing his chest to tighten. Clenching his left breast, he struggled to keep his breath. His eyes were fastened to the Highway. It was all too familiar: the multitudes of empty vehicles littering its edges, the deep blackness and contrasting dim canopies of orange haze emitting from the ceiling-mounted lights. He had to keep his mind on these commonly seen objects in order to ease himself of the rising anxiety that was creeping in, as every few minutes he would pass by a Security vehicle driving down one of the lanes of opposing traffic.
Unlike the city, the velocity of the vehicles was of a relatively rapid rate of speed. The feeling of racing along the smooth, black road of the Highway was much more relaxing and free spirited, giving a sense of separation from the cramped quarters of Labor.
There were many miles between them and the end of the road. Mr. Sanders, cognizant of the necessity for a plan of action in order to get the children into the green hills that existed beyond the Highway’s walls, pondered considerably between several possibilities. There was only going to be one opportunity in the matter. He wanted to choose the option with the best possible chance for success.
It seemed so strange to him that, in their days, he and Helen found it so easy to visit the world outside. Their frequent excursions to their hidden place of solitude and peace were always filled with moments of joy, a joy that, sadly, on every occasion, ended with the disheartening return to the doldrums of their humble abode in the dreary apartment complex.
Why did they not stay in their home in the forest? Why did they always return? These were questions that the old man kicked himself with every day of his life. Perhaps it was the fear of being caught that kept them from permanently fleeing. Or, maybe, it was all part of a universal scheme of which he was not privy to. He did not know the answer to his own questions. But, as their once-in-a-lifetime chance to disappear from Labor was so close, and committing to the change was so difficult, in the end, just as they were about to wipe off the dust of their feet to the City, they were thwarted by a stroke of bad luck.
Discovering that the tunneled, drainage complex, that was so readily accessible to them at the time, had been suddenly sealed off, replaced by a more compact system, too narrow for any human to pass through, was a devastating blow to Helen. They would never return to their little paradise. Gripped by an endless bout of depression for the remaining years of her life, Helen existed in bodily form only. The old man could do nothing for her. He just watched as she withered like an autumn leaf, before being taken to
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