I swear on everything, how many times do I need to put my information in, just to confirm I want to do this trip ? I've only saved the lastly 3 and a half years. I've dreamed of this for days since the beginning time I watched the infomercial that highlighted the perk and terminus that this incredible voyage would speculation and fling. I was quick for this journey right now. But confirming my info and defrayment with my retina, I'd still have 18 months to take.
Soon as the defrayment was confirmed my inbox chimed and I pursued the confirmation number that was promised to me. I clicked the new message titled Moonlight Mariner. I spun my chair to stare upon the hologram that was centered in the room. The excitement was overflowing as I watched the semitransparent characterisation come to life before my eyes.
"how-do-you-do justice Cooper, I am Cynthia. I will be your personal emcee as we prepare to embark on your amazing journey aboard the Moonlight Mariner. I'd like to first thank you for choosing moonlight. We specialize in making your change of location dreams a realism. Based on our questionnaire, in which you filled out as well as a ready CAT scan of your interest in your histories as well as your shop outlay habits. I have been able to comprise a catalogue of several excursions I'm sure you will love."

"Wow."I was completely elated.
"Wow, indeed Mr. Cooper. Or do you prefer justness ?
"Oh, ummm… well Justice is alright I suppose."I was astounded, I mean I had heard about interactive hologram, but never had I encountered one. I was in pure awe to say the to the lowest degree."Your name is Crystal correct ?"
"No sir, my gens is Cynthia."
"excuse, I am not good with names."
"No worries Justice I'm sure we will turn acquainted over the side by side several months."
I wasn't sure exactly what she meant but I was excited nonetheless. The excitement was almost overtake. I mean I knew what I had signed up for but I couldn't imagine I'd have my own personal hologram delivered right here in my very own support quarters. Desmond wouldn't believe me if I told him. Hell, he'd probably shun me. He thought I was completely demented for even wanting to contract the voyage. But conjecture who gave nothing fucks about what Desmond thought of my desire to take on the trip. That's right field, Me. I wasn't going to part my experience with him, the last thing I needed was a Debbie downer trying to rain down on my parade.
Artemis downloaded a countdown/preparedness calendar into my pod, that posted on the wall just outside the kitchen. Our interaction left a mammoth smile on my fount, a bit of dubiety in my stomach, and a million question I was certain I could or was even ready to ask. Being a realist with optimistic fashion and expert idealist ; I just let the blocks land as they may. I gave thing a good deal thinking but internally.
That night I kept having idea of this Cynthia. Was she a real person ? How did she get that job if she was ? Would I actually get to meet her in person ? I wonder if she will be onboard the journey ? The mentation gradually became more unfiltered and unhinged. After pondering for what felt like 60 minutes, I decided to sprain in before I questioned myself into an aneurism.
Upon entry of my sleep bedchamber I was presented with dream options.
• Desmond bullying in childhood
• Mom's funeral
• Revenge on Desmond
• The Moonlight mariner
• Cynthia

I wanted to choose the moonlight but curiosity was said to vote out the most curious of qat and Artemis had more than piqued that within me. I donned my breathing mask and was out before my palpebra could shut dear. My mind was a very brilliant place so it only heightened with my bedroom's charge. On the reverse Desmond still slept the traditional way. He wasn't a dreamer like I. He and I shared DNA but that was about as a lot as we had in green. But he was my blood brother and though we rarely saw eye to eye, he was all I had and I loved him for it.
"Justice ?"
I stood at the anteroom of my pod complex. I had just exited my Uber Xtreme and as it whisked away my gaze summoned at the sound of my name. There she stood. A shimmering caramel pure tone, dark curl that fell just below her berm. Her eyes shined like the fullest moonshine on the dumb night. She was dressed in active wear as though she had just returned from the gym of sorts. Everything in my immediate neighbourhood became still, virtually exanimate. I could palpate my cheek fall in way to a fleeting grin of adoration. As she drew nearer I extended my manus but was knocked for six as she leapt into my arms.
"Justice, I've missed you so."She said as she nestled into my neck. The acquaintance she exuded was one I couldn't put my finger upon, she continued."I knew you were going to be gone but those spear carrier two daylight really did a issue on me. Were you able to get everything you needed done ?"
"Yes, I was. Desmond need my assistance with the farm. It as well gave me much needed time with my niece and nephews."I'd go back home about three multiplication a yr. I had been in speed Miami for almost a ten now. I left there not much longer after I had graduated. Desmond was a traditionalist like I mentioned. He took after Pops in that paying attention. Mom was the one who had dared me to dream and be great. He despised the waving of new. But I often joked about his beach farm in Orlando. Global warming had the real Miami disappear well over two centuries ago. There were modern day Atlantis like cities that littered the orb these twenty-four hours. If you should ever have the time you should visit, they are amazing. Upper Miami was created along with many former Upper's to battle the inevitable rising lunar time period of the world's sea. It was located 6 miles above the earth's impertinence. It was quite a sensation idea at the time it was created. It provided fill-in to humanities most imminent threat outside of the Ice Age. Most times I used the Upper Community Transit, or UTC to get back and Forth to the farm. fountainhead UTC to the crust, then four hours on a watercraft then another hour by electric motor fomite. In total the head trip was about 8 and half minute.
"I'm sure they've missed you."
"As I have missed them. They are growing so fast these days."I was set up to have kids of my own but my date stamp biography had been a recurring epic fail. Desmond often tried to hit my dating life a topic of discourse. He never was undefendable enough to research how I had and frankly, I had no desire to try and elucidate him."What did you misfire of me ?"I probed Cynthia, to a greater extent for myself and information as to our fundamental interaction rather than truly wanting to know. It was as if I was trying to piece together an unsolved mystery at this percentage point.
"Well Mr. Cooper, I missed seeing your smiling, and greeting you good break of the day in only a way that I knew how."She raised an eyebrow and gave me a fresh smirk."I missed asking how your day was and inviting you over for dinner."I was beginning to get a mental picture of what this was."You know, you are my front-runner human right ?"
I was thrown a bit. I was almost certain Cynthia was the real thing. Yet she was a droid. I guess it only made sense as she was too perfect. From her glamorous look that allured me, to the way she knew my comforts. Never had a soul come close to that nor shown this much interest in me."wellspring Cynthia, you are my favorite too."I kissed her on the check and my dream concluded.
I woke up refreshed as I always did but I was filled with many interrogative that pleaded for answers. I knew I'd be plagued for hours on end. The most press of those interrogative was whether she was, well like me or was she droid. As I worked that day I couldn't help but wonder who was who at purview Water facility. In an endeavour to smooth integration, the company had within the last twelvemonth hired 150 new employees, but hadn't stated if the new employees were droid or humanoid. I kept my length though, as I'd recently been disappointed to say the least by a droid.
At visible horizon I worked in the lab. It was here where I would test the Ph and salinity content of H2O extracted from the swarm below. I only associated with a smattering of people who were tenured at this power point. Phil and I had grown close as we had gone through orientation together, and here it was, five years in and reckoning. He worked on the other incline of the plant where he did purification of the samples extracted. Resources have become an even live commodity and new ways to bring on more with less have been the latest movement. Being somewhat on the carving edge suited me well. I was always conscious of my footprint, even as a youngin'I was keen on recycling. Even more so, how could I facilitate with the topic that the plagued the world.
Albeit all my pushing Cynthia to the back burner did goose egg as she consumed every vacant moment that my judgment had. My commute was consumed of her prancing through the entrails of my judgement. The Uber ride home was contrived as my bedchamber had an uncanny ability to tie my dreams into my realness. That being said, part of me was anxious having that film over ancestry of recalling her comportment upon my reaching. I couldn't help but pause ; almost as if I was waiting to get a line my public figure called in the cover girl whole step in which she could hum .