Afterlife

Chapter 1~

Flight 74A originally had meant nothing to me. It was just a boring 3 hour flight that was in the way of my holiday to America. I thought the Prime minister said 2110 was "The start of a new industrial revolution."? It's 2117 now, why do we still have to sit still for 3 hours just to get to America? Shouldn't we have portal technology or something by now? Anyway...

"Ugh. 3 hours. Maybe we should just stay in Britain..." I complained with a gruff tone of voice, that was rewarded with a (rather patronising) annoyed glance from my mum. I hate plane trips. Its so dull having to just sit on your ass for hours being told to "Just stop complaining and enjoy the view."

I dragged my heavy luggage across the floor (I was upset that it had wheels and not hover pads at this point) with my shoulders and arms protesting their discomfort.

Soon, I saw the glass lift that would take me to the door of the plane. I stepped in onto the pristine red carpet, and waited as my mum and dad squeezed in with me and played with the touch-buttons. As the lift, well, lifted, I took a juvenile pleasure in looking at the airport below, as it grew smaller and smaller.

We arrived at the raised launch pads, and hustled out of the lift. My mum and dad were beaming. They loved America. They still do now. At least they survived the flight.

I myself was gaping, as I admired the plane. It was a shining, metallic silver, with narrow slivers of turquoise plasma lights stretching across the centre of the entire plane, tipping the wings and tail as well. The government had said these lights were for "Visibility", but I think it was just because it looked cool. Actually, it looked amazing, even though I'd seen planes about a million times. They all look the same, but the mechanics are fascinating.

I'll admit, I had looked up how they're engines worked the previous night. I'm a bit of a geek, I suppose. Yes, yes, stop booing and hissing. I know geeks are hated personnel, but hey, I'll do me and you do you. Anyway, they're powered by nuclear engines. It's kinda complicated, but the heat emitted from the reactors heats some water, which turns to vapour which blows some turbines. These turbines then create electricity which powers the engines. I think this method was taken from the most common nuclear power stations from the 21st century, water reactors. Anyway, the excess heat created by the reactors goes to the plasma lights. It superheats the gas till it turns to a blue coloured, hot plasma that looks like freaking sorcery.

Boo yah! Eat science. I did unnecessary research, bask in my nerdy glory!

Anyway, as soon as we stepped into that plane, I think massive bags formed under my eyes. 3 hours...

As soon as I fell into my second class, grubby blue seat (everything in this plane was blue, blue and blue. At least blue is my favourite colour) I fell asleep. Hey, better to sleep away the boredom.

I don't remember much after that. I woke up to the plane shuddering violently. I do remember thinking "Shit, this can't just be turbulence." before an agonizing pain ripped through me and everything went black.

I think that was the moment I died.

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Dedicated to Etoile_de_la_mer Because she's awesome, and she likes science as I do. Except, I like the immune system more.