Dream Chasers (Dystopian Scifi Series Book 1) by Logan Stark Read Free Book Online Page A

Homeless Man began to
bob in his chair. His legs shot up like wooden planks. Retarded words left his
lips, something about death and clouds and that he was coming home. Peter
watched in horror as Homeless frowned, a forehead squeezing every muscle
possible. His eyelids fluttered, revealing eyes without irises – two white
balls trying to jump from a skull.
    ‘I don’t know if this is how
it’s supposed to go,’ the man holding the laptop said. And that was the last
thing Peter heard before his vision turned white.

-8-
     
     
    There were over two hundred
offices in this magnificent building, which towered over Tokyo’s landscape like
an elder brother; the city below was a young boy looking up at his older brother.
You trust that older brother because family would never betray. Blood is blood,
the invisible contract signed by families. Today, the sun gleamed over Yoamo
Corporation, the first company of its kind to start synthesizing Dream Energy
for market potential.
    Even though there were two
hundred offices all stacking up toward the sky, Noni Makaratzi, the hardworking
Tokyo citizen who had a family of one, was not high up in one of those offices.
This never deterred his soul. Noni Makaratzi had big plans and ideas for the
company. His father had always said, “A company is nothing without its people,”
and with this in mind, he was going to share his ideas with his boss, Kiln Mayn,
who must’ve known that Noni was coming, because the secretary called for him over
the intercom:
    Would Mr Noni Makaratzi please
make his way to the head office .
    There was a disturbance in the
workflow. Papers shuffled in the corner and then one loud snap, a stapler
biting. Nosy coworkers peeked over their cubicle walls like meerkats, wanting
to know what the fuss was all about. The office above almost never called for
the ones below, and when it did happen, it was usually for one of two reasons:
a promotion up into glory and status and respect and something other than
filing papers, or a demotion, which for the lower part of Yoamo Corporation’s
workforce meant a permanent goodbye, a pat on the shoulder and a smile good
luck for twenty years’ service rendered.
    Standing in the elevator with
his hand on the button made him want to shed a tear. Makaratzi was alone, and
the metal doors were shut. The silence provided a moment of clarity, a
realization that today was the day. He had worked all his life for this moment,
all twenty years. He had joined the company when he was eighteen, fresh out of
school, and slaved his way through mundane work and doing things other people
didn’t want to do. He’d always known deep inside of his other nobler qualities,
which had to do with his mind. Whenever he saw a complex problem, his mind
would attack it with solutions. When he was four years old, his mother had
bought him a puzzle with a green “15+ age” sticker on it. It took him five
hours and forty minutes to complete. He knew it took him that long because he’d
counted the arms on the clock in the living room.
    Before swiping his badge on the
elevator’s scanner, a darker thought infiltrated his mind. What if he was
getting fired? In the silence of the metal box, he stood there, contemplating
if such a thing was possible. Of course it was. Tokyo’s business arena was in a
world of turmoil and change, all thanks to the demand of Dream Energy. But
Makaratzi had a good feeling about today. He had been spouting ideas around the
office about what they could do to improve Dream Infiltration. Most of his work
colleagues didn’t share his enthusiasm. Most of them waved his ideas away as
something that should only be discussed by superiors. Leave the big thinking
for the big boys, and let’s talk about why you didn’t come for a drink with us
on the weekend .
    He scanned his badge through a
thin blue line. The machine beeped and requested identification by voice.
Makaratzi leaned in, said his name, and the machine said thank you. Before