DANCER:
A science fiction about mortality.
Green washes over.
Artificial pastels shining down through beams of neon and epilepsy. A beautiful, warm epilepsy. Each gentle color, caressing with touch. A movement so fast, yet from afar, waltzing; the rapid light kissed each floor tile personally, and hugged the one not of such. Pale skin, sanitized by hues, soaking up every last glare under the slab. The figure prayed below. The figure, having completed once again their morning ritual under the emerald stock market idol.
The faucet squeaked water into the sink. Toothpaste and spit circling porcelain as Lady stared herself down in the mirror. Where squeaks to buzzes filled the glass picture behind, all that remained in the view was her face. A pale, average face.
A shifty eyed, ill mannered face.
A disgusting, horrible croak of flesh, useless.
Nothing worthwhile, just Lady.
She dropped her head and spat into the bowl letting her tongue free. Saliva mixing with white and confetti blues, Lady looked back up to the mirror as the bodily colors whisked and drained away. But only in perspective now were the clouds covering such. A foggy mirror hiding her face.
Chapter 1: Modern
Tick tick tick.
The exchange rate for languages is 10.0000000.
Tick tick tick.
An average of 300.0^7 languages are spent per day.
Tick tick tick.
The national bartering association deems 58% of that is spent gambling.
Tick tick tick.
An average of 23.0^7 languages are won daily.
Tick tick tick.
Todays jackpot is 100,00,000.0^7, won by a set of triple heavens, with a mandatory double extra slotted on.
Kachunk, tick chick tick chick tick chick.
The chance of getting one heaven is .0002%.
Tick tick chick chick tick tick chick chick tick tick chick chick.
This thought ran through the mans head as sweat answered back. his oily forehead shimmered in the black UV Lights, where thunderstorms of acapella neon shined sporadically.
Kachunk.
Dopamine rushed the brain.
For a second.
The man looked behind, with barrels glaring.
And another second.
steel is steel, pressed against steel.
With an other second.
Dopamine rushed the brain.
It happened.
confetti filled the atrium's ears. Percussion of sound and blasts drummed every corner as the lights flickered. Every cheer, and every sound would drown the next. The man pu