untitled and unfinished
Once again, I had a really good idea for a story, and then when I started writing it, it poofed. I really like what I do have though, and it can do really anything from here, so maybe I'll go back to it sometime.
Rain was only thing that told the lower levels that they were still on the surface. Sunlight never made it though, so it was a perpetually dark down on level 17, well, that is if the lights were to go out. It was raining tonight, although it wasn’t like the rain near the top which came down in different ways; sometimes a mist, sometimes so heavy you couldn’t see the ships land in front of you. Down low, it was always an irregular pitter-patter, where the water managed to make it past the buildings and streets of above. Irregular it might be, but it would soak you through in a few strides. Some places topside saw snow, but it would be rain by the time it got past level 12, falling down in the phosphorescent twilight until it would vaporize, nearing the lowest level.
Humans now walked beside xenos, modified themselves to their whim and could go away forever to some distant star; yet it seemed that out of all the drugs available to help one forget, alcohol was still very popular. Then again, the people on 17 rarely ever had the money for the 10+ drugs. So, alcohol it was, and that kept the owner of the Fourth Covenant in business.
Tonight’s crowd was bigger than usual. It was raining, and the folk of 17 knew that the owner of the Fourth Covenant would have a drink and a roof for them. Most of the workers coming up from 20 managed to stay dry. They knew how to move between the dry spots from their work to a lift up to 19, then around to the next lift until they reached 17 and the Fourth; it was a skill one learned fast down past 15, where the humidity is so high from the steam that you never get dry if you are wet. Of course, it would have been easier if the lifts went between more than two levels, but then the Lowers could mass together and come up quickly; so, those higher knew they could sleep easy with two floor lifts.
Rain was only thing that told the lower levels that they were still on the surface. Sunlight never made it though, so it was a perpetually dark down on level 17, well, that is if the lights were to go out. It was raining tonight, although it wasn’t like the rain near the top which came down in different ways; sometimes a mist, sometimes so heavy you couldn’t see the ships land in front of you. Down low, it was always an irregular pitter-patter, where the water managed to make it past the buildings and streets of above. Irregular it might be, but it would soak you through in a few strides. Some places topside saw snow, but it would be rain by the time it got past level 12, falling down in the phosphorescent twilight until it would vaporize, nearing the lowest level.
Humans now walked beside xenos, modified themselves to their whim and could go away forever to some distant star; yet it seemed that out of all the drugs available to help one forget, alcohol was still very popular. Then again, the people on 17 rarely ever had the money for the 10+ drugs. So, alcohol it was, and that kept the owner of the Fourth Covenant in business.
Tonight’s crowd was bigger than usual. It was raining, and the folk of 17 knew that the owner of the Fourth Covenant would have a drink and a roof for them. Most of the workers coming up from 20 managed to stay dry. They knew how to move between the dry spots from their work to a lift up to 19, then around to the next lift until they reached 17 and the Fourth; it was a skill one learned fast down past 15, where the humidity is so high from the steam that you never get dry if you are wet. Of course, it would have been easier if the lifts went between more than two levels, but then the Lowers could mass together and come up quickly; so, those higher knew they could sleep easy with two floor lifts.