Week 4 - UDC 7

Snow

The wind was biting cold and the snow was falling in near white-out conditions, but none of them cared for there was opportunity out here in the darkened Zone Five of Old Detroit, where the copper lines went on forever. As the leader, the Colonel who had been out of the Amazon War for long enough to get his bearings and realize no one cared what he did serving his country, stood up and addressed his unit, they all cheered in agreement.

The streets were ripe for the taking and pillaging.

Sand

It felt like she was buried in sand, Diana realized as she hung, suspended in the middle of a cybernetic web. She wanted to scream, cry out, anything but simply hang there and be squished out of existence by a specialized computer virus that had been planted by… who had planted it? Had that really been Chip Chaykin wearing a dress? Everything was getting hazy, and it was hard to think. Hard to do anything by hang there, suspended in forever.

And then, suddenly, she could move again, and someone familiar was calling her name.

Water

The evening news tended to be a source of amusing ridicule, but as Russell Murphy picked up his water glass from the end table, he heard something that caused him to stare at the screen of the television. A deadly biotoxin? How had that happened?

"Russell?" Dorothy asked him, having noticed the shock.

He blinked, handed the water glass to her, and moved to stand. "I have to call Metro South."

"At this hour?"

"Yes."

Dorothy was left wondering why a report about Robocop having been exposed to a biotoxin would shake him so badly. Then again… she was concerned, too. And Detective Madigan didn't cover her slips of the tongue nearly as well as she thought she did.

Heat

It was the first time she'd been to a beach of any kind since… before. Before her life had changed so irrevocably and she'd gained a family of law enforcement officers when all she wanted was one. Hers. It felt wrong to be standing on this beach, enjoying the crisp sea air, so far away from her son and missing out on things.

And then her companion reached out and touched her hand, reminding her of his presence. Nancy smiled at him, at once taken aback that she'd forgotten he was there, and stunned that she'd allowed herself to actually take a vacation that was turning into so much more.

Clouds

"That one looks like a monkey," Diana said as she craned her neck and looked upward, wanting to distract Charlie from the fact that she wasn't solid in his world. "With a banana."

Charlie glanced upward, frowned at the cloud patterns. "I see a spoon up there, too. Stop trying to distract me."

"What if I want to?"

"Diana..."

"What?"

"I'll spot your monkey and raise you a roller skating hippo."

She frowned. There wasn't a… "Charlie!"

"What? Give it five minutes, it'll probably happen."

She chuckled. "All right. I'll stop trying to distract you from… this." Her hand passed right through him.