Dhungwana 2117: A captivating sci-fi novel: The Dhungwana Chronicles (2117-3451) Part 1 by Baibin Nighthawk, Dominick Fencer Read Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Baibin Nighthawk, Dominick Fencer
have a few years ago, but... actually it haunts me most days.”
“You mean that if you think something is about to happen, then it actually happens?” Ian asked, suddenly interested.
“That's right... But at the same time, I get excited because I’m waiting for an event to happen and then I say to myself: ‘I knew it!’”
Ian got up from the couch and went to the window; the colored lights of the night, viewed from the skyscraper, made District 604 look like an amusement park: “It all seems so artificial, doesn’t it? Have a look outside: it’s like being on a Ferris Wheel!”
Dayla got up and joined him, hugging him.
“Instead it gives me a sense of quiet: the lights, shining through the darkness, enhance the outlines of things. Come on, it's late, we have to sleep.” Dayla urged him, sneaking her hand over his groin.
“I predict I’ll fall asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow... Give it up for tonight, Dayla. I already have one eye closed... don’t even try!” Ian smiled as he walked into the bedroom.
22
“Would you like to have a drink at my place? I have a surprise for you!” suggested Noah Wolsh from Community 887 403.
The visit to the museum was proving very interesting, unlike the catering which was insufficient and evidently hadn’t been planned for a dinner with two hundred people.
Dayla, in spite of herself, ate very little anyway, and managed to dance with Ian, who stiffened like a board after the second step and lasted only a few minutes before escaping back to his seat.
Dayla, Ian and ten friends met at the home of Noah Wolsh around midnight.
Noah made them all sit around a table, then left for a moment and came back with a box that he placed on the table.
“You won’t believe it! I found it at a flea market: a Commodore 64 made back in 1982. It’s hardly been used and it works! And you know what's installed? Pac-Man... Shall we have a little tournament, a sudden death playoff?”
Noah pulled out the Commodore 64 and set it up; all his friends, excited to see and touch such a historical object, raced to start first.
At 1.00 am, Ian and Dayla accompanied Noah to the kitchen to prepare some fruit and ice cream. Noah, carelessly, hurt himself with a knife, deeply wounding the middle finger of his left hand.
“Noah, that needs sewing up... I’d better take you to hospital” Ian said. He had seen the extent of the cut.
“Thanks, I'd rather not, if it doesn’t stop bleeding, then we’ll go to hospital. Otherwise I want to stay and see who wins! Luckily, I've already played... too bad I got eliminated.” Noah answered as he wrapped his finger in gauze soaked with disinfectant.
At 2.00 am Dayla and Ian, feeling exhausted, said goodbye to their friends and went to Dayla’s home.
“Ian, did you notice how none of them got sleepy? They’re still all playing Pac-Man. And they made some incredibly high scores… at least five times ours!” said Dayla, as she reactivated her apartment’s housenet which had been on standby.
“Of course, I noticed, it’s something I’ve noted often recently. But the question that makes me wonder is Noah’s finger: that cut on his finger needed stitches... but after about an hour it seemed almost totally healed... ”
“Maybe you made a mistake… it was just the blood,” Dayla interrupted him: “How about a hot cup of tea, a bit of music and then we’ll sleep peacefully? Ten minutes relaxation and we’ll be less anxious... we need to let go.”
“And let’s hope not to hear Strangers in the night ... ” Ian added.
Dayla set the soft music program to shuffle and Strangers in the night was the first song to be performed.
“Ian… have we already lived this moment? I have that unpleasant feeling of déjà vu again... ” At that point Dayla interrupted the program, quickly drank the infusion and set the main robot for the next morning.
“Yes, I think so... Otherwise, why would I have thought about a song
“You mean that if you think something is about to happen, then it actually happens?” Ian asked, suddenly interested.
“That's right... But at the same time, I get excited because I’m waiting for an event to happen and then I say to myself: ‘I knew it!’”
Ian got up from the couch and went to the window; the colored lights of the night, viewed from the skyscraper, made District 604 look like an amusement park: “It all seems so artificial, doesn’t it? Have a look outside: it’s like being on a Ferris Wheel!”
Dayla got up and joined him, hugging him.
“Instead it gives me a sense of quiet: the lights, shining through the darkness, enhance the outlines of things. Come on, it's late, we have to sleep.” Dayla urged him, sneaking her hand over his groin.
“I predict I’ll fall asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow... Give it up for tonight, Dayla. I already have one eye closed... don’t even try!” Ian smiled as he walked into the bedroom.
22
“Would you like to have a drink at my place? I have a surprise for you!” suggested Noah Wolsh from Community 887 403.
The visit to the museum was proving very interesting, unlike the catering which was insufficient and evidently hadn’t been planned for a dinner with two hundred people.
Dayla, in spite of herself, ate very little anyway, and managed to dance with Ian, who stiffened like a board after the second step and lasted only a few minutes before escaping back to his seat.
Dayla, Ian and ten friends met at the home of Noah Wolsh around midnight.
Noah made them all sit around a table, then left for a moment and came back with a box that he placed on the table.
“You won’t believe it! I found it at a flea market: a Commodore 64 made back in 1982. It’s hardly been used and it works! And you know what's installed? Pac-Man... Shall we have a little tournament, a sudden death playoff?”
Noah pulled out the Commodore 64 and set it up; all his friends, excited to see and touch such a historical object, raced to start first.
At 1.00 am, Ian and Dayla accompanied Noah to the kitchen to prepare some fruit and ice cream. Noah, carelessly, hurt himself with a knife, deeply wounding the middle finger of his left hand.
“Noah, that needs sewing up... I’d better take you to hospital” Ian said. He had seen the extent of the cut.
“Thanks, I'd rather not, if it doesn’t stop bleeding, then we’ll go to hospital. Otherwise I want to stay and see who wins! Luckily, I've already played... too bad I got eliminated.” Noah answered as he wrapped his finger in gauze soaked with disinfectant.
At 2.00 am Dayla and Ian, feeling exhausted, said goodbye to their friends and went to Dayla’s home.
“Ian, did you notice how none of them got sleepy? They’re still all playing Pac-Man. And they made some incredibly high scores… at least five times ours!” said Dayla, as she reactivated her apartment’s housenet which had been on standby.
“Of course, I noticed, it’s something I’ve noted often recently. But the question that makes me wonder is Noah’s finger: that cut on his finger needed stitches... but after about an hour it seemed almost totally healed... ”
“Maybe you made a mistake… it was just the blood,” Dayla interrupted him: “How about a hot cup of tea, a bit of music and then we’ll sleep peacefully? Ten minutes relaxation and we’ll be less anxious... we need to let go.”
“And let’s hope not to hear Strangers in the night ... ” Ian added.
Dayla set the soft music program to shuffle and Strangers in the night was the first song to be performed.
“Ian… have we already lived this moment? I have that unpleasant feeling of déjà vu again... ” At that point Dayla interrupted the program, quickly drank the infusion and set the main robot for the next morning.
“Yes, I think so... Otherwise, why would I have thought about a song
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