The capsule.
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Flight nine five six, this is your pilot speaking we have confirmed the location of the landing rod. Please stay standing. And keep identification on you.
As I stood there aboard the cart plane, it made me wonder what the capsule is really like. I was told many rumors back at my home camp in the Chinese/England borders. Ever since I was little I was told the camp testing and hard work would pay off, to be able to make it there. Too the capsule, but what if they don't know what if all this is a labor world full of pointless work? What if after fifteen years of life it was all for nothing.
I tried to take my mind off the thoughts by reading the news on the side of the plane carts TV, unit 18 in Russian - Chinese district, an explosion blasted through old lower ulaanbaatar. Causing a mass fire killing 78 workers and 12 children. A Lot of things have been falling apart in the units across the country lately, maybe that's why we are being sent to the capsule earlier than the rest. Maybe we are being sent over as a backup to help instead of labor work like are elders.
We started approaching the sky border. An overly thick layer of fog blows in front of the plane. And with an exaggerated stop, we had hit the sky border. The sky boarders are a weird thing, it's a massive ship capable of holding and launching up to 26 cart planes. The radios from the sky border blared a siren, but it was Japanese, a secondary language. If my studies were right it's been out of service since 2048, probably a few years after China invaded with Russian support. I know very little Japanese but i can roughly translate," launch set down for capsule two, accident in one. Evacuation had begun". I won't lie, hearing that was fighting, after the sky border it only takes thirty five minutes to get too capsule one. If we left a little earlier, who knows what could have gone down, with the capsules higher tech security only a big problem could cause an evacuation. I think i should speak with my travel group in case they couldn't translate, I was told to introduce myself to them but my groups a "diverse experiment" we're all from separate districts. The rest of my childhood friends like denial and peel-Chan are all together.
I unlatch from my wall brace to walk in between the carts, I'm aboard cart eight. I think the group cart is six. I started my way up the carts, cart seven was being used for rations and basic survival needs, I heard that these planes don't have great records for flights. This confirmed that theory. I left up the cart six cart door, inside we're four kids my age, on the left a scrawny like kid with orange hair and elf like ears, his shoulder badge division showed he was in academic classing and by the six gold bars. That indicates he was straight A's, on the right sat two identical kids they both had the same characteristics and body proportions, i assumed there twins. Which is surprising, the units we're always issued to have no multi birth babies. Especially with the population approaching ten billion in a few more years. Both twins were wearing official military combat in training suits, they must have just graduated, not many get time off from it. Next to the door leading to cart five was a girl, she's fairly tall with black hair that dangles just past her shoulders. She's got black home-made clothing over her uniform. (considered an offence of national districts) but the left sleeve is cut just enough to see her division on her shoulder. Her division reads "will control squad", I've never heard of a division. Seeing as we all had different divisions it makes sense i'd find one i didn't know. I looked down and saw that her boots we'r labed farming units, I myself am also a farming district but I guess she asked for a reassignment. I took four steps into the cart and one of the military students stood up and walked right up to me, up close i noticed a tattoo on his neck reading in German (out of use language) "forever wise". Smart for a person who got a tattoo, he reached his hand out in front of me. And in a deep clean voice spoke his first words I've heard in two hours.
"Howdy partner, thought you 're gonna hide from us the whole trip." he grabbed his hand, it was very firm. You can tell military school rubbed off on him.
"Oh aha, yeah that originally was the plan but, i thought it might be a bit awkward when we step off the plane." my voice sounded nervous and impatient. "Don't worry about it bud, let me introduce ya', this is Luke, my older brother, only by twelve seconds So don't get any ideas." he pointed at the other brother, he sounds like quite the outgoing guy.
The other brother stood up and walked to me, putting his heavy arm on my shoulder. "Yes sir, Luke's the name, and yes i am cooler than my weak brother" he said with confidence. The both started fighting about it for a little. I didn't blame them, I had an adopted sister. I knew what it was like, they came to a stop and Luke sat down, the younger brother came to me and pointed at the scrawny academic guy.
"And that's bongarcon aka bon, he's a sweet little fella" he said historically.
"I asked you not to tell people my first name, arsehole." the scrawny kid said, he's got a high pitched voice. I guess he fits the academic stereotypes. But he's name really peaked my interest. "Excuse me doesn't your name in french mean-" i was interrupted.
"Mean good boy? Yeah I know. French is the only language i do know." he said in an angry toned voice. The girl in the back snickered at the sound of that. " ok farm boy, answer me this. How do you know french? Your units in old japan." he asked curiously while crossing his arms.
"My district ordered that the island units learn multiple languages as one of their studies since in the real world, we don't need farm skills." I said, kind of proud, "In fact I know over twenty two languages, including many and most out of use ones like Japanese." i said once more. He looked at me with a 'no way' face. But surprisingly the bon was the one that stood up and questioned me. "OK smart guy, tell me.... The capsule is the biggest building in the central district, in Russian." he said, looking like I wouldn't know. "Капсула - самое большое здание в центральном районе." he looked surprised i knew, "OK, OK that's pretty cool." he said in a voice of approval. He sits back down on the cart sofa.
"I'd like to know, how do you know that was right?" i say, he puts one figure up signaling my too wait a second. One..two.. Twelve seconds pass of awkward silence. "OK, all good. I speak fluent Russian as my dual language project." bon says calmly. The younger brother then grabs my shoulders and aims me at the girl. " and that's troy, strong calm and all round good pets-.....OK person" he says with a big sarcastic smile. "Tory is it? That's a pretty masculine name don't ya think?" i ask, slightly frightened. "Oh that's because I'm a g-" she's cut off by Luke. "DON'T say another word" he blurts. "Why not?" troy adds,
A few seconds pass, nothing but silence "ohhh OH oh yeah OK, deal" she says with a grin. "N-no what is it, finish what you 're saying" I ask curiously, " ugh, this SHE you speak of is marked down male on a group sheet." bon explains. "BON! What the hell man, I wanted him to make a move or something first!" the younger brother says, in that moment i was very startled if i do say so. "Sh- he's a guy??" I frantically state.
"I don't know, maybe I am, maybe I'm not, '' she says, adding a wink at the end. " no, just no not ok. Someone answer me.'' I demand.
"Sorry buddy, she wont answer us. And her sheet says male so we don't really know." younger brother states.
"Please fasten into your wall braces everyone we are approaching drop time."
