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Chapter 10: Back to the Future Was Wrong
"So, the second Back to the Future was wrong." I said, a little disappointed, while I examined a friggin holographic newspaper. "Look at this date. It took until 2115? Really?"
"This is why you shouldn't take movies as fact." Sam said, smirking condescendingly.
"It worked with the pirates." I reminded him. "If you'd tried to do that stuff, you would've fallen through the floor."
"Let's not argue." the Doctor interrupted. "Wouldn't you rather go play with the hover cars?"
"Yeah, c'mon, Sammy."
"Piggy-backer."
I stuck my tongue out at Sam, he rolled his eyes, and we followed the Doctor down the dark street, looking for hover cars.
Even if it had taken people a lot longer than I thought was acceptable, the future was pretty damn cool, not gonna lie. The streets and buildings were made of a dark, reflective material, like black glass. It was cool and hard and smooth, but somehow not slippery. Everything was outlined in glowing strips of light. The edges of the buildings, signs, trash cans, doors, you name it. Cars were flying above our heads, the 'roads' and lane lines made of more of the glowing lines. The clothes the Doctor had given us to blend in were friggin awesome too. Black shoes with glowing soles, black jeans, black t-shirts, and black leather jackets with a glowing stripe down the right arm.
The future's great. 10/10. Would highly recommend.
"Dude." I grabbed Sam's wrist and pulled him off the street/path thing - I really don't know what to call it. It's not a road, it's not a sidewalk, so what is it? "I know we're looking for hover cars, but look at these."
I'd found a parking lot full of hover bikes. Does it get much better than flying motorcycles? I submit that it cannot.
The Doctor looked around with a smile. "Whoever invented these obviously saw Harry Potter one too many times."
I frowned in confusion. "What?"
"Nevermind." The Doctor waved his hand dismissively. "Give it a couple years and Sam will be all over it."
I shrugged. "Okay." Usually I prefer to understand, but for some reason, when the Doctor said to give it time, I was willing to give it time. "Either way, don't you guys think it'd be fun to play with these? Until we find the hover cars, anyhow."
"Do you even know how to drive a motorcycle?" Sammy asked skeptically.
I raised an eyebrow, a little affronted. "Of course I do."
"Oh yeah? How'd you learn? It's not like Dad taught you."
"A few states ago, Jennifer Chambers and I took her dad's bike out for a joyride. She taught me how. And, of course, we reenacted that scene from Top Gun where Kelly McGillis and Tom Cruise make out on the bike."
"I didn't need that information." Sam said firmly. "I really didn't."
"I think your brother's going to give you whatever information he wants, whether you need it or not." the Doctor observes lightly, examining the bikes.
I smirked triumphantly at Sam and walked over to a sleek black bike. "I like this one."
"You would. It's black." Sam followed me, running a hand over the it. "But this time, I don't blame you. This thing's nice."
"Alright then, get on." The Doctor walked over while I climbed on and Sam got on behind me, pulling out a little metal wand thing with a glowing blue light on the end.
"The hell is that thing?" I asked.
"My sonic screwdriver." The Doctor held the glowing blue light over the ignition of the bike for a second, pushing a button. The screwdriver made a clicky-whirring sound, and the bike roared to life.
"Awesome." I threw the bike into gear and we shot upward, leaving the ground far behind.
"Holy shit!" Sam shrieked, his arms tightening around my stomach.
"Language, Samuel." I said mockingly while we hovered in midair, just drinking in the view. "We're a lot closer to God than usual up here."
"Shut up, Dean."
The Doctor flew up next to us on a bike of his own. "It's beautiful up here. Too bad it's always dark."
"It's always like this?" Sam looked up at the black sky. "I thought it was just a cloudy night."
The Doctor shook his head. "It's actually about noon. Humans polluted the atmosphere enough that this happened."
I looked up at the sky too. "No stars?"
"Sorry, Dean."
Suddenly, my enthusiasm for the future dropped. The place looked cool, there was no denying it, and flying vehicles are awesome. But I love stars, even though I'd never admit it out loud, and living in a world where you couldn't see them sounded… really horrible. I looked around at all the people flying by in their cars and walking around on the ground, overly accusatory.
"What the hell's wrong with them? Don't they care?" I tilted my head up to look back at the sky. "Don't they miss them?"
Sam and the Doctor were silent for a second, bringing me back a little closer to reality and drawing my attention to them. Sam looked surprised and confused, and the Doctor was watching me sadly.
"No, Dean, they don't miss them." he said finally. "They're still not doing much with their space program yet, and it's been awhile since the stars disappeared. There's no normal person alive now who's seen one."
"That's… so sad."
"I, uh, think there's a car lot over there." Sam broke in a little uncomfortably. It was pretty clear I was freaking him out a bit.
"Right, sorry. Let's go." I revved the engine and we took off in the direction Sam indicated.
Actually driving the bike wasn't really different from driving a regular one, so I allowed my focus to wander. This was awesome. The wind whipped through my hair, the air pleasantly warm. It felt like May, when it's just shy of being hot. Perfect. All the glowing lines became bright, painted streaks of light as they flashed by, kinda like those stop motion pictures of stars wheeling across the sky at night. That was probably why they made them. The stars were gone, and even if they didn't realize it, they missed them.
Police lights came on behind me.
"Shit." I hissed, looking around. How the hell did you pull over if you were flying? Finally I just settled for getting outside the glowing line and hovering there. Close enough, right?
A cop on his own bike pulled up next to me. "What exactly do you two think you're doing?"
"Problem, Officer?" the Doctor asked, pulling up behind us.
"None of your business." the cop snapped, then turned back to me. "You can't have two people on a hover bike unless you're over twenty-one, and you are definitely not."
The Doctor warned me with a look to keep my mouth shut. "Sorry, Officer; he didn't know-"
"I said it's none of your business. This is between me and this assclown."
"Whoa, uncalled for." I knew I was supposed to keep quiet, but I wasn't about to take that lying down. "Besides, if anybody here's an assclown, that would be you."
"Alright, you're under arrest." The cop pulled out a set of handcuffs.
"Insulting an officer became a class A misdemeanor five years ago, young man, and is punishable by up to a year in prison. Now, I said you're under arrest." The cop grabbed my wrist and handcuffed it, then got ahold of my shoulder and tried to twist me around to get the other arm so he could secure my hands behind my back.
"Get your hands off me!" I pulled away, but he grabbed the back of my jacket and yanked me towards him hard. Too hard. I lost my balance and fell backwards, my head slamming into the hard metal of the cop's ride, and bright lights exploded in my vision.
I tumbled down through the gap between the floating bikes with a scream.
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