Corporations were in control. One had begun experiments with cloning. They made four clones. They were split into pairs and raised as sisters. One pair became the might behind the corporation, the other, fighting against its use of deadly pesticides. I was the pair that had been deemed "eco-terroists" by the corporate owned media.
My group, including my twin, had just bombed the research facility of one of the corporations. We were getting away in our truck over flooded wetlands when the other set of twins released the guards.
There was a chase, through the marshes. Water was spraying everywhere. Our escape route had been compromised. The other twins gave the order to have us sprayed with pesticides. It rained down on us, we tried to cover our heads, but the pesticide leaked through the truck and poured down on us.
We managed to get away and escape into a spa. We ran into the showers, but it was too late. We had pesticide poisoning. Our hair was streaked with neon rainbows, our eyes glowed and our heart rate was too fast. I went from shower to shower, trying to get off. I couldn't. I exited into a mall and ran into a Rainbow Brite cosplay. No one noticed my unusual look and I escaped the corporate guards.
Sunday, September 1, 2013
Some Nights ago, Santa Clause was up to no good
I was at an amusement park. I got separated from the crowd. I wondered into the "Holiday Exhibition" where there were displays of different holidays. One was Christmas. It was the size of a small room, and inside there was an animatronic Santa Clause and Mrs. Clause. There were in a cozy one room cabin. Mrs. Clause was busy at the stove while Santa was sitting at a small wooden table going over his list. The detail was amazing. I looked around and saw no one in the hall. I climbed over the railing to get a better look. I carefully walked around Santa Clause and a badly recorded voice kept repeating, "Ho ho ho, merry christmas..." I was peering at the details of Mrs. Clause's ornate apron when a voice behind me said, "So, you have arrived." I turned around, and the hallway to the amusement park was gone. I was in a small cabin. I was starring at a real person. THE Santa Clause.
He said that I had traveled through one of eight secret entrances to the North Pole. And it would take at least two weeks for the portal to reopen, so I might as well make myself comfortable. He began to open the door and my heart leapt as images of a cozy, magical town raced across my brain. But the door opened to something quite different.
I stepped out onto a balcony. I looked across and to what I thought was a building with a dozen floors. But as I looked around, I realized the North Pole was built in a hole. I giant hole with buildings and homes and shops built and attached to the walls, spiraling up and down. I looked up and could see the gray sky, as I peered down, the spiral walkway, leading to shop entrance, to home, kept spiraling down and down. There were bridges crossing the gap, and a string of lights crisscrossing in every direction. How far down this hole when I could not say. There was smoke and smells and music and people talking, shouting, dogs barking and chickens squawking all the way down. The people were dressed in a wide range of styles. The buildings at the top seemed more refined and larger. Santa Clause, after reaching for the door to his ornate home, turned around and said, "Go explore, I have work to do."
I walked down the path, going ever down, and explored the various businesses. The people were all busy and seemed to come from all over the world. I stopped for dumplings and grabbed a cookie at a bakery. As I was exploring, a deep low boom would rumble from below. No one seemed to notice it, or care. I stopped a woman selling books and asked what the sound was. She said, "The mine newbie," and walked on. I stopped into a glass blowing store, inside were amazing sculptures and snow globes. It was the first time I had seen snow. I asked the clerk about the mine but he pretended not to hear me. . It was here that I first started to notice the cracks. There was small cracks in the floor, on the walls and the ceilings. But these cracks seem to shimmer. I began to ask the store clerk what they where, and he dismissed me. "Nothing to worry your head newbie.""How can you tell I'm new?" I asked. "You ask questions."
I left the store only now to notice the cracks wherever I went. Some where small, no bigger than a hair, but some where huge, all the while shimmering. I kept going down further. The shops got more narrow, the walkways more busy. Here I began to see people with mining gear on. I stopped for a coffee while I listened to some miners talk. They mentioned this section going dry, that section barely producing. They made a joke about Santa Clause drilling in their skulls for time gold. Some laughed, some said they wouldn't put it pass him. I leaned in and asked what time gold was. A miner looked at me, up and down, and said, "How do you think Santa gets around the world in one night? Flying Reindeer?" They all began to laugh. As the miners left, a mousy looking girl ran up to me. She had papers in her arms. She sat down and said. "I've seen you looking at the cracks. No one here believes me, but maybe you can help. Santa Clause is destroying time!"
She laid it out before me. Santa Clause was mining for a rare mineral that allowed him to manipulate time. He wasn't just the jolly gift giver the world had come to know, he was also a power hungry mayor of this town. He was brutal, unforgiving and paranoid of a coup d'etat. His mining scientist had tried to warn him again and again, but every time Santa refused to believe the facts. He sent them all to the South Pole. This scientist new if she went to him he would surely send her away. What could she do? We walked up talking about possible ideas, but she told me we had to be careful because Santa's guards were everywhere and loved to report whispers of time cracks back to him. Time cracks...the rumors had hit the streets but anyone who publicly discussed them found themsevles in jail or packing or worse. But the evidence couldn't be ignored. The shimmer was growing brighter, and things began to slip through the time cracks. Ideas, images, even things. I walked along the path and began to notice technology I hadn't noticed earlier. It seemed it was common knowledge not to touch one of the cracks. They made you younger, or older. Or gave you ideas. The rate of change in this town was extraordinary. Soon someone had invented the telephone. A shopkeeper was working on a small car. The machines began to become more advanced, while other things seemed to be forgotten. The scientist said it was getting worse all the time. Santa Clause was destroying time, and it wouldn't just stop here. He was mining too much of the mineral, and the cracks would soon spread out. Santa clause was, if not stopped, was going to destroy the world.
He said that I had traveled through one of eight secret entrances to the North Pole. And it would take at least two weeks for the portal to reopen, so I might as well make myself comfortable. He began to open the door and my heart leapt as images of a cozy, magical town raced across my brain. But the door opened to something quite different.
I stepped out onto a balcony. I looked across and to what I thought was a building with a dozen floors. But as I looked around, I realized the North Pole was built in a hole. I giant hole with buildings and homes and shops built and attached to the walls, spiraling up and down. I looked up and could see the gray sky, as I peered down, the spiral walkway, leading to shop entrance, to home, kept spiraling down and down. There were bridges crossing the gap, and a string of lights crisscrossing in every direction. How far down this hole when I could not say. There was smoke and smells and music and people talking, shouting, dogs barking and chickens squawking all the way down. The people were dressed in a wide range of styles. The buildings at the top seemed more refined and larger. Santa Clause, after reaching for the door to his ornate home, turned around and said, "Go explore, I have work to do."
I walked down the path, going ever down, and explored the various businesses. The people were all busy and seemed to come from all over the world. I stopped for dumplings and grabbed a cookie at a bakery. As I was exploring, a deep low boom would rumble from below. No one seemed to notice it, or care. I stopped a woman selling books and asked what the sound was. She said, "The mine newbie," and walked on. I stopped into a glass blowing store, inside were amazing sculptures and snow globes. It was the first time I had seen snow. I asked the clerk about the mine but he pretended not to hear me. . It was here that I first started to notice the cracks. There was small cracks in the floor, on the walls and the ceilings. But these cracks seem to shimmer. I began to ask the store clerk what they where, and he dismissed me. "Nothing to worry your head newbie.""How can you tell I'm new?" I asked. "You ask questions."
I left the store only now to notice the cracks wherever I went. Some where small, no bigger than a hair, but some where huge, all the while shimmering. I kept going down further. The shops got more narrow, the walkways more busy. Here I began to see people with mining gear on. I stopped for a coffee while I listened to some miners talk. They mentioned this section going dry, that section barely producing. They made a joke about Santa Clause drilling in their skulls for time gold. Some laughed, some said they wouldn't put it pass him. I leaned in and asked what time gold was. A miner looked at me, up and down, and said, "How do you think Santa gets around the world in one night? Flying Reindeer?" They all began to laugh. As the miners left, a mousy looking girl ran up to me. She had papers in her arms. She sat down and said. "I've seen you looking at the cracks. No one here believes me, but maybe you can help. Santa Clause is destroying time!"
She laid it out before me. Santa Clause was mining for a rare mineral that allowed him to manipulate time. He wasn't just the jolly gift giver the world had come to know, he was also a power hungry mayor of this town. He was brutal, unforgiving and paranoid of a coup d'etat. His mining scientist had tried to warn him again and again, but every time Santa refused to believe the facts. He sent them all to the South Pole. This scientist new if she went to him he would surely send her away. What could she do? We walked up talking about possible ideas, but she told me we had to be careful because Santa's guards were everywhere and loved to report whispers of time cracks back to him. Time cracks...the rumors had hit the streets but anyone who publicly discussed them found themsevles in jail or packing or worse. But the evidence couldn't be ignored. The shimmer was growing brighter, and things began to slip through the time cracks. Ideas, images, even things. I walked along the path and began to notice technology I hadn't noticed earlier. It seemed it was common knowledge not to touch one of the cracks. They made you younger, or older. Or gave you ideas. The rate of change in this town was extraordinary. Soon someone had invented the telephone. A shopkeeper was working on a small car. The machines began to become more advanced, while other things seemed to be forgotten. The scientist said it was getting worse all the time. Santa Clause was destroying time, and it wouldn't just stop here. He was mining too much of the mineral, and the cracks would soon spread out. Santa clause was, if not stopped, was going to destroy the world.
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