Chapter
13
A Serialized Story of the
Not So Distant Future
March 31, 2005
Part Ten
By the time they reached home, Sam was exhausted. The tops of his thighs were aching as if he had just hiked up a mountain, and the heels of his feet were sore. He told his mother that he was going to take a nap and headed straight to his room.
Only moments after hitting the bed, Sam heard this odd rushing sound in his ears, as if a jet plane was landing on the house. He tried to ignore it but the sound was deafening, he could actually feel the vibration of it moving through his whole body. He got up and look out the window, and realized that he was actually floating above his body!
He looked at his body lying on the bed, it seemed comfortable enough, so Sam tried putting his hand through the window. It was weird, he could feel his hand passing through the glass, and there was an odd wavy distortion where his hand met the glass.
Sam wondered if he was visible, and then realized that he might give his mother a heart attack. He looked back at his body again: Was he still breathing? Yes, he could see his chest expanding. Was he in a coma again? Maybe he should try going back in.
He didn't want to though, he felt incredibly free right now. Ever
since his awakening, his body had felt like a prison, it was getting
better daily, but it was still light years away from being the
powerful, athletic form that he had known all his life.
There can't be too much harm in going out the window. He thought, and drifted effortlessly outside. He was hovering above his yard, and found himself being pulled out over the streets.
"WOO HOO!" He shouted, doing a triple loop in the air. He was high over Brooklyn now, and could see tiny figures coming and going from their cars to their houses or to various stores. Sam still felt as if he was being pulled in a particular direction, he found himself landing on the intersection of Bay Parkway and Church Avenue.
An old woman walked right through him, and said to her companion. "I got a chill, I think it's going to rain today." It was a weird feeling for Sam too, so he floated himself up just above head level. Once there, his gaze was frozen on a rather shocking girl.
She stood about five foot eight, although her bright pink mohawk
easily put her over six feet tall. She wore a black leather jacket
covered in buttons. One large one clearly read "Chapter 13," another
smaller orange one read: "Question Authority," it was hard to read
the rest because she was moving so fast. She had at least four
earrings in each ear, none of which matched. They were all sorts of
odd shapes, the only one Sam could see clearly was a peace sign.
Beneath her open jacket was a pink t-shirt with a black image, possibly depicting a band, Sam couldn't be sure. Loose jeans and thick black boots, made this young woman a throwback to the the Punk scene. Sam felt a little guilty staring at her so openly, but then she had clearly chosen to be noticed. Sam had never cared for punk, even with it's re-emergence in the 90's. The music was just too harsh and frantic for his tastes, and he found the overall style to be repulsive.
He followed her down into the Church Avenue subway station, where people were going through the turnstyles by passing their hands over a scanner. The punk girl went to the turnstyle on the end and used a magnetic swipe card to go through. There was a camera noticeably stationed right above that section, Punk girl stuck her tongue at it as she went through.
Sam followed her on to an incoming "D" train, which fortunately for
him was mostly empty. Punk girl chose to stand, rather than taking
one of the many available seats. Trains hadn't changes all that much
in ten years. The seats were still molded plastic, and too small for
anyone over 200lbs, there were still advertisements on the walls,
although the trains seemed much quieter than they used to be.
At the 7th avenue station, Sam saw something else that hadn't changed as well. A grizzled looking African American man of indeterminate age came on with a pair of crutches. He held a paper coffee cup against one crutch with his thumb. His clothes were old, he wore an army jacket that looked as if it may date back to his days in the service. His pants fit as poorly as Sam's did these days, except that this poor man was missing the lower half of his left leg. The cuff of his pants had been bunched with a rubber band to keep it from dragging.
"Help a veteran." The man said, moving slowly from person to person. He paused by each person for a second, some gave, most did not. Sam hovered above Punk Girl as the veteran reached her.
She looked him straight in the eye, and handed him what looked like
silver dollars. "Peace." She said.
"Peace," the man said giving her a smile. "You should know the
conductor called a 401, I thought it was for me, but it might be for
you."
"Yeah, they always do, I'm used to it." Punk Girl said. Sam noted
that one of her many buttons read '401' on it.
"You take care now." The veteran said, as he moved on.
"You too." She said, smiling.
Sam had to admit that despite her appearance, Punk Girl did have a
pretty smile.
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Warning, this episode contains several subliminal messages. Readers are advised to report any unusual behavior to their local authorities at the earliest convience.
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