Chapter 9 - Serat Serat
Piky T a beach side cafe in Herons shore - 6:11 am, Date 242, 498 P.A. (18 years prior)
“Quite the town, is it not?” A tall bearded and robed man asks joining a slender comparatively short women with rust colored hair reaching just above her shoulders staring out at the oceans rolling waves reflecting the haze above with shimmering crimson.
The woman turns to the man who takes a seat across from her “Im surprised you made it on time, I nearly got lost myself”
“Come now, I..” The man is interrupted by the apparent cafe owner
“Can get you two anything?” She asks setting some glasses on the table
“Just leave a pot of black tea, and a couple of slices of that melon pie.” The robed man requests handing the cafe owner a small stack of LCDs “and consider the rest a tip”
“Wonderful, Ill get that right away and leave you two alone” The cafe owner promptly takes the money only barely hiding her avarice as she goes to get their tea.
“So Serat, have you had a chance to visit the heritage museum in town yet?” The robed man asks returning his attention to his associate
“Serat? And no im not much interested in history, Ive lived enough of it.” She reply's.
“Serat Sinna is your name now.” The Man pulls a ID card from a purse at his side handing it to Serat “And you really should see the exhibit they have for the Grey War”
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“And whats so special about this Grey War? “Serat says inspecting the ID card as the cafe owner returns with a kettle and two slices of glowing pie.
The cafe owner cuts in “well apparently humans used to be colorful like the fractals” she says setting the food on the table.
“I thought grey skin was just in vogue?” Serat reply's pouring herself and the Robed man some tea.
“Not quite see before the awakening the a bunch of AIs went rouge and Sol was quarantined” The robed man adds taking one of the glowing slices of pie “Some asshole in protest released a bio weapon that changed everyone to have the same skin color, the conflict after was very brutal”
“Yea some mad scientist made everyone grey” the cafe owner chuckles before steping away “If you need anything just wave”
“Serat Sinna… its a little on the nose for an alias don’t you think?” Serat ponders sipping on her tea.
“It was good enough to get you this job, besides the people here all have silly names.”
“Coming from a man named Tennonbalm.” Serat chuckles “Doesn't (%$&!%) teach you should never speak ill of names?”
“Nothing wrong with a little humor, Sinna.” Tennonbalm finishes his pie and reaches into his bag once more pulling out a stack of brochures and placing them on the table, the top one reads “Corner Store Psychic – Basic Cleaning Techniques- Contains 3 Useful Powers!”
“what are these?” Serat asks picking the top one up and opening it to reveal a wall of text and diagrams, every inch of the brochure is made use of explaining in painful detail how to effectively levitate a mop, collect dust with a finger, and make windows perfectly clear with only a bucket of water
“Your new job. you have been hired by Xenen Psychotronics as a master janitor, over 400 years of experience!” Tenonbalm pauses to pour himself some more tea “those brochures have made this far too easy, everything your expected to know has been highlighted, you will have a month to master it.”
“Should be easy enough” Serat replys taking a crack at her own slice of pie “when can I expect a contact?”
“it will be awhile, you can consider this a vacation”