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Post by SEBASTIAN FINLEY SINCLAIR on Nov 8, 2012 17:16:53 GMT -8
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 450px, bTable] FOR BROKEN HEARTS & FEELING INSECURE
Several joggers passed by, a man with strange colored eyes watched him, and a woman rounded up her set of perfect twin girls. It was a perfectly crisp fall day although one could not be sure if that was due to the city itself or the actual weather outside of it. One could never be too sure what was natural and what was manmade in this place. The joggers probably had their legs cut off and replaced by healthy Nix’s or failed Re-Pops. The man with the strangely colored eyes had more than likely went to a doctor and had the pigments changed. The woman with the perfect set of twins could have had a perfect set of clones or perhaps one perfect girl with one perfect clone. That was simply the way that things were around here now. One could not be too certain what was what – ah, but your average Utopian did not think of that so much anymore. Many years had passed the city by and all of these things were considered natural here. It was natural to get your body parts from a criminal or someone deemed unfit for this place. It was natural to want to look completely unique and be able to do that. And, of course, it was more than alright to go and get your little girl cloned if you wanted to have a spare or wanted a twin without the extra effort. In a place like this anything was possible. It was amazing.
Unfortunately, everything amazing seemed to come with a price. When something amazing was made someone would learn how to abuse it. It did not matter whether you had good intentions or not because there was always someone who could find a use for something barbaric.
Sebastian Finley sat hunched at a bench watching all of these things pass him by. His mind was constantly ticking like this and always pulling possibilities out of everything he saw. He did this often. He would see someone and play a bit of a game. He’d make up a scenario in his mind; who were they? What were they doing? What was their story? Maybe Sebastian was just over curious about too many things. Alright, Sebastian was very curious about everything. But what was so bad about being curious about the world around him? He was bothered when someone decided to leave the answers unanswered. He couldn’t ever fathom just shrugging his shoulders and saying something like “Oh, well, that’s up to God/the police/the government/my mother.” How could anyone be satisfied with such an easy way out of something? They had their brains for a reason, didn’t they?
He tapped almost absently at a thin notebook computer sitting in his lap. He was watching the perfect set of twins; the perfect little girls who acted just like little girls would and the mother fretting over them getting hurt or wandering too far off whenever she turned to look away. “Beautiful girls you have.” He heard the comment more than once as people passed her by. She would look extremely pleased and nod her head with a helpless sort of smile. It seemed that children would be children. Sebastian grinned to himself when the peace finally broke and one of the twins pulled out several strands of the other’s hair. The victim wailed, mother was pulling them apart, and playing at the park was all done. The perfect twins were on their way home and both looked perfectly miserable.
When they had gone Sebastian finally removed his eyes from the scenery to take a look at the document he had opened up. He watched the flashing line that stood next to a large blank space. He had backspaced his document without even noticing. Oh well, he hadn’t really wanted it in the first place. If he did he could have just hit undo, couldn’t have he? After all, this was Utopia. Anything that was bad could be undone with a press of a bottom or some surgery. Nothing here was set in stone. Nothing could last, could it? What had he even been clicking away about?
Ah, yes. It had been opinions. It had been opinions on this, opinions on that, why this was wrong, why this was right, and so on so forth. Sometimes it all gave him a headache. Sometimes he’d want to slam his notebook shut and hide all the pens and papers in his house so he wouldn’t have to think. Turn it off. He wanted to turn that damn brain off some of the time. But he always kept going, couldn’t stop thinking. Something in him always kept going and was paranoid that if he stopped then he would stop for good. Always go forward, always do what was best. Don’t turn your brain off even if you are tired as all hell with it.
Sebastian took up the messenger bag sitting at his feet, slipped the notebook into it. With his precious cargo inside he put the strap over his shoulder and got up from his spot on the bench. A cup of coffee sounded good about now – black. There was nothing like that to get your mind going… even more so in his case. He’d have something written up by this afternoon, he was sure of it.
CODED BY LADY RAINICORN @ CAUTION
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