New Utopia
Chapter One
Hey there, everyone! Yeah, I should be working on my other stories...
Anyways, my computer got a virus that wiped out the WHOLE FREAKING HARDDRIVE'S CONTENTS ADSFLSFNJFJTDSLSDF
So. Updates will probably be slow. Please don't be angry! Updates were already slow because my grandmother has been diagnosed with neck cancer. I'm very upset and had a streak where I didn't feel like writing anything. But I'm back! (Like anyone cares...)
School's out! Two whole weeks for break, so I will begin to write again. PM me if you'd like to ask a question about updates, please!
Enough talk. It's cheap. On with the new story!
It's been several months since the new era began, and six billion are already dead. Stupid United Nations. They started this with their stupid "Human Revival Project." Yes, the HRP. Taking human souls and giving them artificial bodies.
I push a stray bang from my eyes and close the gray journal with a sigh. It's the only place where I can keep record of my own opinions a secret. Not like it matters now, though, since I'm all alone.
The fine wind blows against my skin, reminding me that I am something of a survivor. I'm not altered. I'm not an android like so many of the others. I'm real, unlike everyone I've ever known.
I've been searching for another sensible person, another unscathed human such as myself, one that realized the flaws in the Human Revival Project before trading in their irreplaceable, mortal body for an artificial one.
Searching. The one word etched in my brain for the past six years. The word that's gotten me from the United States to Europe and then across Asia to Japan. I currently live in an abandoned apartment building around Sapporo, Hokkaido.
Sighing again, I re-enter the room from the balcony. It's nice to be able to stretch out onto the futon that rests on the bedroom floor. I could get used to this, I muse as I run two finger through my slightly tangled pink hair, pulling it off my neck into its usual bun.
One Nap Later...
I yawn and flip open the journal again to look at a random entry.
3/17 2014
Met another person today. He calls himself "Len." He tells me he's on a mission to find his sister.
Surprisingly, I actually enjoy his company.
3/20 2014
He's gone. I told him not to go, but why would he listen to me? I'm going to miss him.
3/24 2014
Len came back today, along with a girl. He tells me that it's his sister, but there's something fishy going on...
3/30 2014
Oh God, oh God, OH GOD. They're androids. From the second Len returned, I've been with two androids. I've got to flee. I'll go when it's my turn to keep watch.
Amazing what can happen in two years. I was in England at the time, and just barely managed to escape. I doubt they even know where I am now; I changed my plans from going to France to finding my way to Holland. By now, I doubt anyone knows where I am, and I'd like to keep it that way. I've heard that most of the androids live in North America and Europe at this point, but they are just rumors. Who knows how many might be in Japan?
Regardless of their location, I believe I'm going to stay here for a while longer before heading to Vietnam, my next stop. I quite like it here in Japan...
I set the black pen down again and wander into the kitchen. I wonder if I have any tuna pieces... AHA! Here they are!
After cleaning out the bowl of the most succulent fish the world has ever known, I turn on the miniature television in the dining room.
"In other news," the android says in his monotonous, metallic voice, "a human has been sighted near Sapporo, Hokkaido, Japan. Authorities are on their way and will likely arrive in about fifteen minutes."
… Crap.
How did they find me? Sapporo has been deserted for almost three years now!
I've got to get ready, I realize. If the android authorities are on their way, they won't take long.
I leap from my chair, dropping the bowl onto the ground in my haste. "Shoot," I mutter under my breath. The little pieces of glass attach themselves to the bottom of my left foot, drawing drops of blood to the surface of my skin. "Clumsy me." Cleaning can wait, though; I have to get my things ready to go.
I'm going to try to escape, like I did those years ago when my parents tried to make me join the Human Revival Project.
For now, I pull the small shards from the tender underside of my foot and run back upstairs, leaving bloody footprints as I go. I always keep an emergency pack nearby, so I grab that out of my closet and check its contents. Five changes of clothes, a flashlight, freeze-dried food, money (which I probably won't even need anymore), an umbrella, a first aid kit, several boxes of matches, a few books, my laptop and charger, and a pencil pouch. I nod in approval before stuffing the gray journal into a concealed side pocket.
"Alright. I think I'm ready," I mutter to no one in particular. "Let's do this (A/N: LEEROOOOOYYY JEENNNKIINNNNNNNSSSSSS!)."
As I stumble back down the stairs, I reach into the bathroom to grab my toiletries. Hey, a girl's gotta maintain her hygiene, right? I look in the mirror for a split second and fix my bun. Wait a minute. What am I doing? Curse my OCD...
In a minute, I am back in the living room, working to make sure the apartment looks as if it's been abandoned for a while now. I drop books onto the floor, turn off the TV and other appliances, and throw the remaining food into a sack to bring along. It is at this point that I remember the broken bowl and the blood. How could I forget? I turn around to inspect the trail and, sure enough, it streaks the red fluid all around the entire home. It's a bit of a gruesome sight, but I grit my teeth and grab some cleaning supplies. Might as well try to hurry; this apartment has to look as inconspicuous as possible. I slip an old shoe over the profusely bleeding foot and begin to mop up the bloodstains from the hardwood floor.
After I finish, I look out at the city from the upstairs balcony one last time. Japan, I'm really going to miss you.
I'm downstairs again, opening the window to use the fire escape. I allow myself a peek down at the ground, a regrettable act. I live on the 15th floor, and I'm standing on transparent glass five centimeters thick isn't helping my situation. The fact that the wind is still blowing doesn't help, either.. I force myself to look straight forward and begin my slow decent down the steps, clutching the food bag like a lifeline. What have you gotten yourself into, Luka? I chastise myself. Someone afraid of heights like yourself wouldn't even consider living on the 15th floor, but no. You wanted the absolute privacy. Are you pleased now? Hmm? You know there's no way out now, don't you?
Shut up, I snap at myself. Oh, so now it's come to this? Can you say "sad" or what?
After an agonizingly long period of walking down the narrow stairs, I'm back on the ground. I breathe a sigh of relief. Made it. I turn to face the street and begin to walk, still not thinking to open my eyes.
That is, not until I bump into the person in front of me.
I re-uploaded this story with Vocaloid characters this time. (But I'm still the original author.)
Yeah. It's short. 1452 words *facepalm*...
So what? It can be short if I want it to be! (Is actually too lazy to write a real beginning chapter)
So? What do you think? If you think I should make a side story with Luka's journal entries, beginning with the first and going chronologically, go right ahead.
And don't worry, more VOCALOIDS will be introduced and play more important roles than in this chapter.
Critique please? FOR THE CHILDWEN? Not to complain. But it isn't as satisfactory to get a "Story Alert" as it is a "Review," even the anonymous ones that give help are very much enjoyed! (Look at me, asking for reviews...)
Bye Bye!
-Daishi Michiko