Een tijdje geleden had ik het idee om eens iets in het Engels te proberen schrijven. Wat volgt is een soort testverhaal, een concept voor een mogelijk groter verhaal.
It was a day like another for Jim. ‘Working’ as a low-life thug in the depths of New Eden, a city build so high that the rich live in the sky while the rabble, the worst of the worst, live on the ground. A place you don’t easily call home, unless you’re a businessman with enough money, or so poor that you can’t afford much else. The latter was the case with Jim. Born without a father, grown up with a Swirl-addicted mother.
Like many other people nowaday.
Swirl, a product once produced for it’s beneficial effects, proved to have quite nasty side-effects after a while. It does what it says: it let’s you ‘swirl around’ between reality and fantasy, and it proved very addictive.
A world where Internet Of Humans is the new normal, where even humans are connected to what was once known as the Internet with all kinds of chips and implants, where everyone and everything can be monitored…
But back to the story…
Todays job existed of getting a shitload of Swirl in the higher parts of the city. It was a dangerous job, but what wasn’t on the lower levels…
It payed handsomely, that was all that mattered to Jim. He did everything for money, in an attempt to get higher up, even if it was only one level at a time. Everything was better then living on the streets, where the dirt piled up and daylight was only seldom seen because of the kilometers high towers that cast a shadow over everything.
Where monsters from failed experiments with Swirl, only partly human, roamed the streets at night…
One day his mother would end up like ‘one of them’ too, he was sure of it…
He had to devise a new plan this time, as his old smuggling route got closed and he almost busted, wasn’t it for the fact that he knew the lower levels better then the police, who didn’t even dare to come too far down…
