I hopped off the holoplane and grabbed my luggage. The new and improved Inventorial Portable Bag made everything so much easier. I slid my hand over the toolbar-shaped bar near the handle. I pressed the clothing button and clicked on the only jacket I had packed. Instantly, it appeared on me, snug and fitting.
"Ah, I love the future," I told myself as I rode on the moving floors.
Federated States of Italy and Austro-Hungary. Seemed to be better off than the United Republic of the Federalist States of America, or URFSA.
Jonathan bought me holoplane tickets; quite nice of him, he didn't have to do that.
I looked from my left to my right. There wasn't a single armed soldier within a mile of me- I assumed. Very different from home.
War has brought drastic changes to our great nations; all across the world, people are suffering. There is nothing nobody can do about it.
It's ridiculous. I wish I was a good poet. I'd definitely write poems about all of the problems of the Earth.
I checked out my rental vehicle and headed to the parking garage. I selected the Fireez 86y72, my rental car, off of the menu and headed to the car transport.
There I entered the car and turned it on. I drove out of the parking garage like a madman.
I had to get to the Alps. Jonathan told me something about Matthias's lover, Alaina. I had never known her; apparently, she was kidnapped by Condilcon. Nobody really knows why.
I turned onto the highway and continued driving.
I flipped the radio switch and quickly tuned to the closest English-speaking station. EDM was the only genre I could find with English.
That's was a disappointment. EDM was ancient and it still wasn't my favorite type. Chopping up the vocals and adding terrifying noises, reminding me of airplane crashes and other such things. It had been awhile since I had last listened to music, though, so I tried to enjoy it.
Living on the airship that was the property of the Protectors was a bit boring. Yes, I had a big room, great accommodations, free food whenever, and even more perks. But still, no music. No music, no typewriter, and very few women. Now that makes for a horrendous existence.
Time passed immensely quick while just driving on the long stretch of highway. According to the GPS, the highway went all the way to the bottom tip of Hungary, starting all the way in Italy. I turned off the highway and onto a back road that was supposed to take me to the Alps.
I would be there soon, I assumed.
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The Experiment, Volume II: Europa
خيال علميOne man has to save the world. But he can't do it alone. Continuation of The Experiment. A ten-part story. One of the main characters is based on my IRL friend Matthew Whitten. He has a Wattpad account @MatthewWhitten. Go follow him and show him s...
