Morpheuships

Chapter One

CHAPTER ONE: CHARLOTTE

                3000 years ago, in the year 2020, it was made possible for mankind to have their own personal realities, - their personal worlds. From just putting a small microchip inside the human brain, the founder of the RITMEN Corporation Mr. Waltzwolken has discovered a way for us to manipulate our own reality depending on how we want it to be. A reality where we can feel the figments of our imaginations as if they were real. The project became a huge success, and soon enough it became worldwide. The world was engulfed with the idea of having all of their dreams come true, so it wasn't for long that the accessibility of this microchip enlarged. This huge success turned the destiny of RITMEN Corp. into an entire empire.

"Today, year 5020, the world is celebrating its 3000th rebirth day! Let us cheer for the legendary person who turned all of our dreams into reality! Introducing, the statue of the late founder of the RITMEN Corporation, Mr. Waltzwolken!" Everyone cheered as the building-tall statue was unravelled. My ears rang from the claps and shouts of the citizens, the spur of the people were heard all over the Main City. The place was filled with delighted citizens as they celebrated the anniversary of the making of the Morpheuships.

"CHARLES!!! I WANT YOU TO GO HOME FIRST!" my mum shouted something. However, I couldn't understand her from all the noise coming from the people and machines everywhere. "WHAT? WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?" I screamed, questioning her. Before even getting an answer, a riot began at the location where we were in. In the middle of the crowd, a horde of people began shouting a what seemed like a name of a person.

"GODDESS NETTA! GODDESS NETTA! Don't be fools! Open your eyes! Goddess Netta is the only true maker of the morpheuships! She have loved us from the very beginning, which is why she gave us these microchips to start our own world! That!" A man shouted as he pointed on the statue of Waltzwolken, "That man is a fraud! It was Goddess Netta who created the morpheuships, not him!" he claimed, his voice was trying to convince.

               Who even is Goddess Netta? I thought to myself. Behind him were the group of people who were supporting the protestants.

"Fuck off you stupid trash bag! We don't wanna listen to your shitty make-believes!" a citizen shouted.

"Yeah!!! Who even is your Goddess? Freaks!!!" concurred the others.

"Goddess Netta comes to the Personal Realities off those who believes! Those who are chosen!" a young man from the protestant side answered.

                 For a brief moment, it was as if the world slowed down. Weird enough, he was all I could concentrate on. He looked my way and we made eye-contact, but he didn't smile or flinch at all. I could feel my world shake, and he was hot too. It could've been for a good millisecond, but his intense stare and his red eyed gaze felt like hours on end. I was the first to look away as the policemen came. Soon enough there was disorder everywhere. I swayed my head from right to left, jumping and making way within the tight crowd as I look for my now missing mother. I called out for her but I didn't get a response. I mean, who would hear their name being called from all these noise around us? The peaceful celebration for the World's Rebirth Anniversary turned into a chaotic mess.

                Failing to find my old lady, I gave up and decided to head home. Seeing the house where I spent all of my life in calmed me down a little bit. I paused, stretching out my arms and as I let out a yawn before proceeding to walk to the door. The door automatically opened as soon as it sensed that there's a person in front, so I walked in and removed my jacket to feel more comfortable. In the couch was my father, laying down and taking his afternoon nap. I saw his morpheuship in dream record command, he was probably having a nice dream.