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

he
knew it, the elevator went up, an effortless glide that made him think he was
still on the same floor.
    Here at Yoamo Corporation ,
the artificial voice said, we pride ourselves in next generation schematics.
Have you heard? We are the first corporation to synthesize Dream Energy
for a brighter future, and as a Yoamo employee, we just want to thank you for
being part of a—
    The doors opened. A secretary
holding a reading device looked up. She smiled, revealing perfectly white
teeth. She wore a light-brown blouse that had a zip running down the middle, no
buttons, a black skirt knee length, and clothes a perfect fit for her slim
figure. Maybe a little too tight, but better tight than loose. She stretched
her hand for a handshake, which caught Noni a little off-guard because he
wasn’t used to it.
    ‘My name is Alissa Ralph,’ she
said. They shook hands. ‘Welcome to floor one hundred. May I get you anything
to drink or eat?’
    There were two hundred floors
in this building, Makaratzi thought, and he was halfway to heaven. His father
had been right about him: he did have a bright future ahead, and it was all
thanks to him never giving up on his dreams of becoming a better person.
    But, the darker thought said,
the one at the back of the head that sounded like a shady figure in a dark
alley, what if you were getting fired today? You have heard the news, haven’t
you? They don’t need people like you anymore working for them.
    Noni was a simple man. He wore
his peppermint-green overalls clean and tidy. No need for a fancy tie or
expensive shirt. Simplicity is the mother of workability. After all, a
beautiful flower needs only two things: water and sun, which are nature’s
simplicity. He adjusted his name plaque on his chest and gave the secretary a
simple smile. ‘No, thank you. Just here to see Kiln Mayn.’
    ‘Of course, follow me.’
    The hundredth floor was nothing
like the ones below. Here, the walls that would have separated co-worker from
co-worker were removed. The floor an expensive looking oak. The walls layered
with pinkish bricks. They walked past a painting the size of a house door. It
was an oil painting of Miyamoto Musashi, a fearless swordsman who excelled in
duels. Next to the painting was a three-legged table with a vase on top, which
had branches sprouting from it.
    ‘This way,’ she said, pointing
at a door. They made their way over, Makaratzi gazing around in awe, at how
different the floor was compared to the ones below (and this is the hundredth
one, he thought). She held the device in her hand up, pressed on it, and
smiled.
    ‘Yes,’ a voice replied.
    ‘Mr Makaratzi is here to see
you.’
    ‘Let him in.’
    She opened the door and waved
for him to go inside. When he was inside, she gave a smile goodbye and closed
the door, off to do her many other duties.
    There was silence, and fire
crackling broke it, a fireplace on the right, burning freshly put logs. The
room was somewhat empty, minimalistic. Kiln sat behind a glass desk. He pointed
at the chair behind and told him to approach.
    ‘It’s great to meet you, sir,’ Noni
said, approaching the table while noting the wooden Dream Infiltrator model on
the table.
    ‘Please, sit.’ Kiln got up as
Makaratzi sat down. He went over to a cabinet, rattled it open, and removed a
katana from the many other swords. ‘Do you know why you are here?’
    Enthusiasm made him nod, and he
tried keeping his excitement under control. There was no need to act like a
little boy receiving a present for the first time, no need at all. His father
had taught him that a person should accept good fortunes gracefully, to
appreciate the good in life with a warm heart. ‘I’m here to help Yoamo
Corporation succeed even further, sir.’
    ‘Is that why you think you are
here?’ Kiln asked, laying the sword on the table.
    Makaratzi felt his heart slowly
sink into his stomach. He stared at Kiln without much expression. He was trying
to think of an answer to his