I sit at my oak desk in my home, silence. My old bones grow tired and my days are wearing thin. I stare down at the paper I have played before me. Slowly, I pick up my quill, drag the tip in ink and begin to write. To remember.
I was born in Hewsburg, a gargantuan metropolis with buildings that jabbed at the heavens and factories that belched black smog into the once blue tranquil sky. The city was kept gaurd by soldiers and the machines that occupanied them. A city, driven by technology, enslaved by it. This technology gifted the sick with health. Gave breath to the breathless. Prolonged life. If you had the coin, they could make you invinsible.
Men rushed to work capped by their bowlers, buttoned in their vests. Women strolled fastened in their corsets around making small talk of the weather and the newest conveniences. I on the other hand, preffered to run amuck with any friends I could round up. I was a troublemaker, an adventurer. I would wear holes through the soles of my shoes and tear my vests.
