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The future is bright and elegant, cities and buildings everywhere, the cities are golden and everywhere and thing smiles at the rise of the sun each day. Global Warming and hunger are problems long gone and no disease threatens mankind and yet there are always criminals in a seemingly perfect world, and perfect worlds are easy to hide in when no one questions you.
Our story takes place in the city of Kashuakun where a family of two lives, a father and a small boy named Jet. One bright and sunny morning all is well on Earth, the sun is shining and the city is bustling and thriving, the scent of motor oil and gas pollutes the air, but the air filters in the windows purify them and Jet and his father wake up to an average day in the city. The day is already planned out for the two of them, Jet is off to a school sponsored competition and Zslone his father is off to meet and old friend and help him find a job. As Jet slowly lingers out of his room half naked trying to buckle his pants and grabbing for a shirt on the stair-railing almost, falling down the stairs as he does this, yelling out “Dad does going to the hospital cost?!” before he caught himself on the railing and breathed a sigh of relief snapping the button on his pants and throwing on his shirt, then slowly walking down the stairs to a kitchen of black smoke as the smell of some fresh cooked bacon littered the air, its scent almost unbearable as Jet covered his nose trying not to breath in the noxious gas of the bacon cooking. “Dad turn on the fans I can’t smell my toast or pancakes!” Jet yelled out in the kitchen moving his other hand around acting like a blind man as he tried to find his chair, hearing the sound of the fan being turned on as he finally found and took his seat. “My Pancakes and my toast done?” Jet asked moving his hand around on the table trying to find his plate stabbing himself with the other end of the fork, “Damn it!” he cried out as his dad slapped his hand and scolded him for saying such words. “You know you need to watch your language boy!” Zslone said scolding Jet and setting down the plates of food on the table, taking his seat across from Jet and next to an empty chair the two looked dismal as they wished the chair had Jet’s mother in it still. “It’s been a year dad are we visiting mom today?” Jet asked looking at the empty chair then back at his dad. “Yea we will son, when you get home we can go.” His dad replied picking up a burnt piece of bacon and biting down on it somberly, his eyes looked watery and the two were silent as their breakfast started. “Do good today in the school competition ok.” Zslone said to Jet, giving him a pat on the back before reaching for his coat and grabbing the keys to the hover car. “You got it dad I won’t disappoint you ever!” Jet yelled as he looked out the window and watched his dad drive off into the sky towards the center of the city, Jet had to walk to school unfortunately and he was debating whether or not to actually go or if he should relax until something better came up. “Yea I aint going to school today.” He quietly thought to himself running over to the couch and turning on the TV in the blink of an eye surfing through some early morning channels before stopping on the news. “Just more idiots saying stupid stuff about the government lying about the wars in space.” He said to the TV news reporter even if he couldn’t hear him it always made Jet happier to know that he had made a smart remark than sit there and listen.
“Today’s top story a new hover-board event will be held today at the liberty stadium and all are invited to attend!” A commercial announced as Jet’s eyes perked up and his attention was caught as he frantically looked around for his board knowing the junior division he could win easily. “I know what I’m doing today!” He shouted finally seeing his board in the corner of the room under a pile of coats and clothes, “Damn I have to dig it out!” He yelled in frustration as he began the intensive process of throwing the clothes from on the hover-board to on the couch as he slowly worked his way down to the actual chrome plated board itself, the two distinctive yellow stripes separated by a single solid white strip down the middle was the only style on the board that showed Zslone had a board. “I can’t wait!” He cried out picking up his board turning on the gravitational disruptor and throwing it out the door before hoping on it and zooming through the sky, the wind in his hair and the smell of the gasoline in the air was all Jet really wanted at that moment not remembering the ad said something about a prize and a television interview, all of that faded from his head as he skated down towards the stadium hearing the people cheer from a good five blocks from the stadium. The crowd’s roars broke any silence the city had and even then it roared over the sound of the hover-cars and the hover-boards that people rode over to watch the event.