Scott Charters Fiction | Naked Breeze |Two people travel into a dystopian Future |Earth-Based Sci-fi
Naked Breeze
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Commercial District 2102A young couple take a trip into the future through a local teleportation business on the outskirts of their town.
Outer City Future
They arrive in an automatically designated location for them.
After only a few moments they are in shock; disbelief.
Stunned.
Nicole: 'No one is wearing anything.'
Steve: 'No one is wearing anything.'
They find a fence, hide.
Silence.
They are in shock.
They indicate to each other, a building just past the fence and signal with their fingers, to go around the fence and to the side of the building.
They are whispering to each other.
Nicole: 'Surely this is just here.'
Steve: 'It's weird.'
Nicole peeks around the front and her body action; she is shocked curious.
He is watching and goes to look.
Nicole: Ridiculously. 'There is no door.'
Steve: 'Now that is weird.'
They see stairs.
Commercial Building Frontage. Future.
They go up and are on a large balcony overlooking the township.
Nicole gasps as she sees clearly hundreds of people and all not wearing anything.
Steve: 'Just going about their day.'
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Home Inner City 2102
John's Livingroom. Lounge.
They are back home and they meet up with a friend.
Nicole has to leave.
Nicole: 'Meeting a friend. Another friend.'
John: 'You have friends?' Smiling as they embrace.
Nicole openly smiles, waves and leaves.
Steve: 'We took a journey.'
John: 'Ok.' Concerned.
Steve: 'We went.' Hesitated.
John: 'You went back to where you came from. You went to a different land.'
Steve: 'We went forward into the future.'
John slumped in the seat. Elbows collapsed. Swung his head.
Steve: 'I know I know I know.'
John: 'Why?'
Steve: 'John Colstronz book.'
John: 'The journalist.'
Steve nodded regretfully.
John: 'Ok.' Silence. So what happened.
Steve: 'No one is wearing anything.'
John: 'Uh huh. Right.'
Steve: 'No. They are not.'
John has not moved; still slumped.
Steve waits for some sort of movement, reaction.
John: 'Ok, their all not wearing anything.'
Steve: 'And here's the kicker. There's no doors either.
John: 'They're all not wearing anything and wait, there's no doors.' He has slowly sat up and begins his usual smouldering chuckle.
Steve is happy with the response and eats more off his plate.
John: 'What's the year?'
Steve: Mouthful. Shaking his head. 'Nicci's the one. Best to ask her.' Silence. Eating another mouthful. 'Fifty, eighty maybe a hundred years.'
John: Dead pan. 'In a hundred years time we are all wearing nothing. Wow, what a thing.' Starts laughing. 'You two are full of it I tell you that right now. Full. Of. it.'
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John's Livingroom. Lounge. 2102.
Later the same day.
A large coffee table has a plate with cake slices.
John and Steve are waiting for Nicole to sit. She smiles, sits.
They sip their drinks and are eating cake.
Nicole: 'They don't wear jewellery either.'
John pretends to choke on cake.
Nicole: 'Sorry, but they don't.'
John: Wryly smiling shaking his head. 'What kind of a world are we talking here?'
Nicole: 'There are no computers. They have a long wood "board" want for a better word with brass ball-and-socket-joint style buttons and press them to communicate.'
John: Listens. 'What?'
Nicole: 'The brass buttons have words above them so you categorise,' Searching her mind. 'Friend or friends for example. If you meet up with them say, well, then you would press the friend button once and it has been "recordered".'
Steve: 'The brass, shiny buttons are quiet and everyone just keeps doing it. Like recording in a court room.' Impressed.
John: 'You two are serious.'
Nicole: 'Well we were there for awhile.'
Silence.
Steve: 'Quite some time.'
John: 'What was the year?'
Nicole: 'Twenty one sixty one.' Immediately.
Quiet.
John is talking to himself.
John: 'That's like fifty years away.'
They nodded.
John: 'So what happens?' His hands, fingers spread out shaking.
Nicole: 'I'm going back.' Brow raised.
Firstly John looks at her then swings to Steve.
Steve: 'I can't stop her. Can't. Won't.'
John: 'I'll come along.' Waiting for the reaction.
Both: 'You?'
Nicole: 'You never ever go anywhere. Like pulling teeth.' She rubbed his back. Patted him.
John nodded; conceding.
Quiet.
John: 'So what happens to make that happen?'
Steve: ' Yes, no clothes, no jewellery, no doors and no screens.'
Nicole: 'If we had grandchildren. Their grandchildren.'
John: 'Not tomorrow but say Thursday. I'll be ready.'
Nicole: 'You, lecturing from home. Thursday? That gives me a day.'
Steve: 'I'm fine with that.'
Nicole and John both giggle to themselves then look at Steve.
Nicole and John: 'Property tycoon. Look at you.'
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Inner Suburbia Future
They arrive on a dead-end road of dirt.
Nicole: 'This could be new suburbia?'
Steve: 'Or nowhere.'
John: 'Let's walk.'
As they start seeing an intersection a strong breeze races through.
They all sound in enjoyment.
Nicole: 'That feels like Comy beach.'
John: 'Oh perfect.'
The strong, cold breeze continues.
Steve: 'I feel so relaxed. I cannot explain it.'
John: 'We're right in the middle of an intersection in a "clothes free" future and the air, breeze and day is perfect.'
Nicole: 'Too good.'
All three look at each other.
A sense of heightened alert.
Something changes in them.
They cannot explain it but look for somewhere to hide.
Nicole: 'That "house" looks abandoned.'
John: Swings around. 'Yes let's go.'
Steve: 'No doors.'
John: 'No blinds or curtains.'
Nicole: 'Goldfish bowl. Sitting ducks?'
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House Livingroom / Kitchen Open Design. Future.
Steve looks at Nicole.
But she realises he is looking past her and his eyes.
John: 'People.' He is silent.
Steve: 'They're all the same. Nothing.' Gasps.
John is silent.
Nicole: Very low-key voice. 'We'll just stay quiet and hiding.'
They keep looking at the people and silently "move" as the people move.
The kitchen wall divider is their shielding.
The sun streaks across the Livingroom floor and the glare makes Nicole raise her arm to block the intensity.
To Steve's horror a young person points; looking back to the rest of the group then starts walking towards the house.
Nicole places her hands over her face.
Steve gently puts his hand on her back and within a second she starts undoing shoelaces, buttons on her clothes and so does John.
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End
I was going to give them watches of some sort and they give themselves a dead-line.
I don't believe we will have mobile phones in the future.
Time-line is important and I didn't want it too far ahead just for speed-intensity factor.
I was also going to have one of them say dystopia.
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