Chronicle of Tomorrow-Volume 2.1
The Edition 2 of
Chronicle of Tomorrow
The Sea Route: “The ship must have crashed on a rock!” Mark shouted from the captain’s cabin. A wrong estimate. By Sanjil Ajmera
The Sea Route (Teaser)
A loud thud.
“What’s happening?” Jack asked.
“We don’t know,” replied Leo, grabbing a rope.
BOOM.
“The ship must have crashed on a rock!” Mark shouted from the captain’s cabin.
“Oh no…” Jack whispered, terrified.
By Sanjil Ajmera
As It Once Was- Part 1
The purple neons burn my eyes like the sun once did. Displays flash content faster than an eye can blink. Droplets of rain, denser than they used to be, don’t soften the skin anymore. The colors have departed. What remains are tall, dark buildings with edges as sharp as a knife. We move on mechanical impulses. It’s often hard to tell what’s real. But what do I know about reality? I’m usually not the one to think about it. Still, it crawls into my eyes as I try to shield my face from these purple lights. Today, I’m off to work again. These automated taxis prove themselves to be a big nuisance. Not only do I have to dodge them all the time, but I can’t even reach my destination without them. Walking is barely a thing anymore. Everything, from buildings to vehicles, is as afloat as a boat once was on water. Floating would be the wrong description. It’s all just denser air. With all the advancements humanity has made, we still could not make air this dense and breathable. We now rely on these oxygen chips that barely keep us alive. These chips were among the first inventions humanity made when air density proved to be a problem. We sacrificed natural oxygen for artificial life support. The exact step count to the nearest void from my house. No one really knows why these gaps exist. But the matter of fact is that I’ll now have to take a taxi. As it moves over the void, I can feel its vibrations humming beneath my feet. For a moment, I close my eyes and feel a familiar, gentle wind against my face. It was cold—colder than it used to be. I open my eyes to the screen before me, flashing instructions to compensate for the filtered air. That’s just how it works here. Every extra feature demands extra compensation. A note to myself not to trigger any of them again. I step out onto the suspended platform connecting to the office buildings. The structures rise high into the dark fog above, each floor offset just enough to break the monotony of the cuboidals. Drones hover around, scanning integrated identity and oxygen chips tirelessly. The only colleagues in my section are machines. To them, I may as well be a machine too. They’re covered in flesh and blood, yet their voices are metallic. The view from the windows isn’t as pretty as it once was. There’s no green or blue, yet I still see them sometimes. Outside, I hear rain. Everything else seems quiet. For the few moments that follow, I can see raindrops on the glass. Then the sounds return all at once. The sprinklers, the drones, release noise sharp enough to sting.
By NotBlazerX4
The Story of Two Sides
One day, while Juan cleaned the interior walls and cleared out the dirty things around the house, Maria turned on the TV to check the news. A strong typhoon had been detected, an extremely powerful one, and they had about 36 hours to prepare. Even though they had time, the storm was not to be underestimated. When they looked outside, chaos had already started. People rushed to the stores, desperately gathering supplies. Others fled to evacuation centers. Children cried while the sky darkened, signaling the storm’s approach. Realizing the danger, the family began preparing. Juan gathered food, water, medicine, and a first aid kit. Maria collected what they already had in the house, while Jose went to gather fruits from the farm. Jose felt sad letting the chickens go. He has been taken care of them since he was young, but he understood that time was precious and they had to focus on survival and on avoiding the storm. With the spare time they had left, the family helped their neighbors on their side of the barangay. They wanted to help the other side too, but fear held them back, fearing that they would die, helping the neighbors on the other side. The memories of violence made them worry that they could get injured or even killed if they crossed over. As the hours passed, more signs of the storm came. Stores closed, streets emptied, and panic grew stronger. The family prepared to leave for the evacuation center, but then they noticed something. A family from the other side was desperately struggling. Earlier that day, people from Juan’s side had raided their house and stolen almost everything. Now, with only 18 hours left, they had no supplies and no way to prepare. The sight struck Juan, Maria, and Jose deeply. They imagined themselves in the same situation. Helpless, alone, and terrified. The family on the other side looked completely lost, unsure of what to do.
By Josh11live
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