Smoke and smog filled the thick fiery atmosphere leaving all the hideous serving creatures in constant panic, without rules and regulation, beyond technical improvement dominated by progeny and nonage. Punk, rock, and metal stained each misshapened corner of the already polluted air; death liquidated and intermixed with 80’s alongside violence and sex. Yet in the same general area of this novel chaotic land is a complete polar opposite full of bright colors, virgency, and techno or classical music. Each woman and man lived to ages unheard of without sickness and unsoiled sexes, existing in a world of straight lines, perfectionism, and the usually immoral advancing technology. Dwelling in the center of the clashing countries, between the rich and privileged, poor and desolate is a not so perfect equal to current earth, always changing styles, promoting evolution and free speech in the middle class society. All these classes merge to make one world at one time very similar to earth ‘til each level got used and thrown away as less and less climbed the social ladder until it was completely blocked off creating different worlds, and seemingly different lives.
Rising amongst dead bodies pulling dead and half dead corpses around pushing himself up from his short deep sleep like a young resurrection Train rose, shook his hair of all the earth and decay. The ever curious eighteen year old yawned then slung his ripped messenger bag shaped over his shoulders before breaking off into a sprint passing the literal wasted lives of people and shattering building of roots and time brimming anew one’s from forgottenece, he passed small cannibalistic children five, six and seven year of age fighting over their newly dead friend as a sushi supper to bring to the small leader of their wolf packs to help portion out their meals without a mother. If there were one the poor children’s lives wouldn’t be much different except on top of everything else there would even more disregard for their well- being, as well as zombie children he passed by young men that starved yet still lust and the equally young women that sold their bodies though the customers had nothing to give. He passed by people in their twenty third years simply waiting to die because they were considered beyond their years. Finally he arrived at his club, the outside crowded with clusters among clusters of teenagers with one word, hope could spark them, aspiring minds waiting to be filled yet no one to teach them, but each other. He crawled through a small hole in a wall to his backstage where someone came from the shadows and quickly slipped a guitar around his neck , he looked out into the crowd that flung beer bottles at a fence that kept them away from him while he played music; The only highlights of their lives. He looked out into the crowd and thought there has to be more somewhere and we have to be able to get it. Not God or anything because who is anything more than atheist in a world like this, but…just…more.
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Air releasing like a child’s manifestation of a spaceship as a sort of top is lifted up from a child’s bed, but she would never know the joys of stretching as you yank the covers that provide a sort of sanctum to anyone from a child to a dying man. As she rise from her sleep she would never be able to see her hideously cute bed hair or rub away the sandman’s remints, but of course as a hologram comes on before it takes her out of bed and tell her how she did her hair, make-up, what sort of music is playing, what robes she have been changed to, even what kind of soaps and lavenders she wearing for the day. Zeno smiles at the perfect version of her holographic self faintly as it told her all and every messages as well as the schedule for the day. There was a message from each of her parents, two from school, and ten, the computer automatically deleted from her ex-boyfriend Marilyn Trio based on her brain waves. She sighed, the same every day. Zeno stepped on an extremely thin glass sheet big enough only for the lower parts of each sole of her feet; so lightweight as it transported her a room over. That’s one thing that she couldn’t live without in her daily life: the pure nothingness like you are nothing, just suspended air.
The alleviation device gently dropped her off in front of a chair that would have taken her to school, her parents, and friends or even play a game, watch or be in movies. Between her chair and berth was her entire life after two. She knew nothing she would experience would be real because she knew exactly how everything worked. Everything connected to her brain and eyes, and from there small rays shot through her body targeting her muscles and joints to work out the muscles the brain thought it was working out. Zeno's abrupt entrance into class interrupted the teacher so she unwillingly began again simply because of whom her parents were. The teacher was explaining the implants or patches the class would need for the new school year. Patches, chips, implants all irritated her (everything was fake), so she forcibly ejected herself and rapidly rode back to her room. She plopped on her window sill and saw all the people taking more than two steps with their own two feet. They all walked in step to techno music while she was stuck in constant drowning elevator music. She couldn’t wait ‘til she turned twenty-one then she would be an adult out there with everyone else. One person caught her attention; he was sort of brown with a clean cut five o’clock shadow wearing blue bell bottoms and a tight white tank and it seemed as if he was staring only at her. What’s beyond him? She thought.
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Shedding covers of the previous day’s childhood necessity, come face with each other’s other half. With open eyes they feel a sense of completeness. He pulled his other half closer as a gentle way to rouse her of all her dreams. They have always slept with each other from womb, crib to penthouse and now the day, luxuries of all true adulthood legally open for them to share. She could be him and he could be her with their equally tall statues, pale skin, blue eyes and long wave hair although of course she had breast and he had a penis, otherwise they were equally paired. A perfect representation to show boys and girls and boys are no better than the other. When she opened her eyes her brother grin told her everything: today was their birthday. They were legally able to drink. Above their bed was a card inviting them to their parents’ home for their very special day.
His sister always took the lead in everything they ever did, so it’s only natural that she lifted from on top his arm and changed first. As she was taking off her shorts, he noticed something that he didn’t know how to feel about. “Coraline,” he trailed off still distracted by it. “you have a mole, under your butt…” he looked down at his hands. “I do not have a mole.” Being the one always first but came last she felt obligated to cheer him up. “What do you want me to get surgically removed?” she asked playfully, but as he said “no”, he thought maybe.
“Okay then, stop pouting and get dressed.” She kissed her brother on the nose because she knew him well enough, grief on him could easily become anger. It was too late. When he stood, he made a point to stretch unnecessarily as he took off his shirt, to show every small inch of muscle. When flexed he had more defined Serratus anterior and obliques. He slowly walked towards her, showing off. “I want that mole.” She smiled. “well, you can’t have it, now.” They both started laughing and tickling each other all over the ground ‘til the phone rang MoM on the caller ID. they rushed on their clothes, ran down to a stylish BMW that’s been waiting for over two hours.
The driver dropped the Vega twins off at their stepmother and father’s, Circle Manor. They ran to their strong and equally handsome and tall father who has lost no love for his adult children as he picked them both up with ease. He might’ve been more ecstatic than they were about what he had in store for them that his face add three more smile lines from grinning so wide. Neither side could wait, they would have some small talk, eat dinner, take their twenty first picture to add to his wall of their life. He would joke about no presents before giving them a single present they would both loves. Presumptuously that went through both their heads because from no conversation a smirk painted their faces waiting for what he always did.
“Oh, what the hell, come out back.” Their father walked ahead of them leading them through an immense corridor that he and their birth mother literally built together when they attempted to build the house, but it was to narrow so it became a hallway. “The kids are here!” he gleamed. “you two are going to love this.”
Two separate engines purred as the help drove them through garages placing them in the direct view of the children, but they weren’t happy (nor were they ungrateful). In fact, the boy stood in awe of the newest midnight blue Ferrari LaFerrari, custom paint with a light almost translucent sparkling aqua line through middle and in front Coraline sat a jet-black Bugatti Divo with a scarlet line in the center. The shock for the kids was not the beautiful cars but, “they’re different?” they both asked speechless.
“why father?” Enri demanded. He had never rose his voice or spoke out of turn near his father. His father, Santiago was dumbfounded he thought this was a great idea. They are now adult; they need transportation, freedom and individuality. He didn’t know how to respond, so he just responded by gesturing to the small blond, green eyed woman that has been his wife for the past five years. “Juliana thought it was for the best. I mean they’re equally fast and unique cars.” He could not understand what seemed to him a disappointment, nor could Juliana. She thought she could help. “what your father means to say is he would like you both to go and possibly live your own lives. This twin thing is getting beyond annoying. Your relationship,” she waved her hand between Enri and Coraline. “With each other is a bit too close for adults.”
Neither kid knew what to say; their lives began a slow shatter like a crack in the corner of a still screen. “what she means to say is, Enri. I would like you to go back to college. I mean you were good at it. You only dropped it because of our sister. And Coraline,” he sighed heavily. “though you are just as brilliant, a genius actually, you get bored easily. You wound up playing with people as if life is a game. Go back into acting, pursue a career, take over the business, or start your own. I’ll give you money to start off.” Their father looked back and forth between the two hoping he didn’t just loose his babies, but instead Juliana made sure he did. “What he means is get your own perverse lives or I …. we’ll cut you both off.”
Enri and Coraline Vega looked off into the distance wondering is there a life without the other and what it must be like. There must be a world where they wouldn’t be forced to separate. A better existence…something more than the same stuck options.