Ghetto Samurai

First Strike

​Welcome to the new world it is a much different place after the great war also known as WW III for those of you who are illiterate. It is the year 2258 and this is the new USA after the corporate war most of the world has sank under water the USA has found its greatest cities Worcester, Boston, Los Angelos, and a great deal more have be rebuilt on magnetic displacement discs pushing the cities above the ruins of the old city. The under belly of every great work is always the one where its ugliest dark, filthy, vile and flooded with infection

​ Hover cars and hover boards are the standard means of transportation all over the world. VTOL (Vertical Take Off and Landing) vehicles make transportation to the airships easy and possible. Airships are huge floating cities controlled by mega corporations and there are seven of them traveling around the world at all times. Each mega corporation owns between a hundred to five hundred mini corporations all of them with offices on the airships and on land.​Communications have advanced beyond your imagination cell phones are something of the past. In this century we have holocells that are pretty much a bracelet that projects a holographic image of the person you are talking too with any appropriate information about that person. Holocells also have integrated computers built into them with Synaptic Net Dive or SND's as they are called.

​Medicine has advanced also beyond the limits of normality, if you are sick buy a bottle of Nanite-H2O and millions of nanites attack the infection, sick cells, or whatever you have and within 12 hours you are healed and back to normal. You get into an accident and loose a limb or part of your body, and you can be rebuilt with cybernetic replacement limbs within a matter of hours or a few days depending on the injury.​Education is available to everyone, the best education however is available to those that can afford it (translation the rich or corporate people). Students are taught by a holographic teacher that is projected in the classroom and controlled by an A.I. system that makes the teacher talk, respond to questions, and teach a full class or module as they are called now. This is not available in the ghettos, only on the corporate sector, and airships.

​Worcester as I mentioned earlier is one of the busiest cities in the USA or what's left of it. In reality the island is a big ghetto outside of the corporate sector. I am called the Ghetto Samurai, my real name is Dante, at least that's what my mother told me before she was killed by the fire that destroyed my home and my brother.

​At the age of five I found myself alone, cold, starving, and with nowhere to go as my mom had no apartment to her name. The ghetto is a desolate, nasty, evil, and decadent place and for an orphaned five year old this would be scary, and terrifying. A place full of ruined cars, crawling rats, occasional dead bodies on the streets or buildings, broken and shattered windows in buildings, vandalized doors, roofs caved in or leaking water, holes in the street, and sewage water pouring out of the over flooded sewers.​I was that lonely, hungry, scared, and terrified child walking without direction through the mean streets of the ghetto when I found a broken window without glass. I climbed through the window trying to find some shelter, and a place to sleep. As I slumbered into the corner of the building I looked around and noticed a large mat on the floor, weapons on some walls, and a few things that looked like humans only that these ones had no legs or arms and they were standing on a stick.

​I cried myself to sleep. In the morning I found myself covered with a warm blanket, a pillow under my head, and as I opened my eyes I smelled the scent of burning wax and warm buttered bread. An old man was looking at me through gentle, caring eyes. The man walked towards me, and offered me a plate of warm buttered bread and orange juice. His name was Gen. James Cloud a retired war hero and doctor who was in his mid fifties or at least that's what I thought at the time.​At the age of five my Latino ancestry was already showing on my face. My hair was long for a five year old, with royal blue eyes (a rarity among people), and with light cinnamon color skin. I even knew how to speak Spanish thanks to my mother who insisted on teaching me her first language but my twin brother wasn't very good at it while we were growing up he was more like the father we never had head strong and ready for anything in the world. Sgt. Cloud could speak five languages, English, Spanish, Japanese, Chinese, and Vietnamese.