I swear on everything, how many fourth dimension do I need to put my information in, just to corroborate I want to do this misstep ? I've only saved the last 3 and a one-half age. I've dreamed of this for years since the first base time I watched the infomercial that highlighted the perks and finish that this unbelievable voyage would venture and offer. I was ready for this journeying right now. But confirming my info and defrayal with my retina, I'd still have 18 months to pack.
Soon as the defrayment was confirmed my inbox chimed and I pursued the ratification number that was promised to me. I clicked the new message titled moonlight gob. I spun my death chair to gaze upon the hologram that was centered in the room. The exhilaration was overflowing as I watched the translucent picture come to life before my eyes.
"hullo Justice Cooper, I am Artemis. I will be your personal host as we prepare to embark on your beat journey aboard the Moon Mariner. I'd like to first thank you for choosing Moonlight. We specialize in making your change of location dreams a realness. Based on our questionnaire, in which you filled out as well as a quick scan of your interest group in your chronicle as well as your frequent outgo habit. I have been able to comprise a catalog of several excursions I'm sure you will love."

"Wow."I was completely elated.
"Wow, indeed Mr. Cooper. Or do you opt Justice ?
"Oh, ummm… well Department of Justice is fine I suppose."I was astounded, I mean I had heard about interactive hologram, but never had I encountered one. I was in utter awe to say the least."Your gens is lechatelierite correct ?"
"No sir, my epithet is Cynthia."
"Apologies, I am not good with names."
"No worries justice I'm sure we will become acquainted over the succeeding several months."
I wasn't sure exactly what she meant but I was excited nonetheless. The excitement was almost flood out. 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 living quarters. Desmond wouldn't believe me if I told him. hell, he'd probably shun me. He thought I was completely crazy for even wanting to take the voyage. But dead reckoning who gave zilch nookie about what Desmond thought of my desire to rent the trip. That's right, Me. I wasn't going to share my experience with him, the last thing I needed was a Debbie Downer trying to rain on my parade.
Cynthia downloaded a countdown/preparedness calendar into my pod, that posted on the wall just outside the kitchen. Our interaction left a gigantic smiling on my face, a bit of dubiousness in my stomach, and a million questions I was certainly I could or was even quick to ask. Being a realist with optimistic way of life and practiced escapist ; I just let the block land as they may. I gave thing much cerebration but internally.
That night I kept having thoughts of this Cynthia. Was she a veridical 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 sentiment gradually became more unfiltered and unhinged. After pondering for what felt corresponding hour, I decided to turn in before I questioned myself into an aneurism.
Upon entryway of my sopor chamber I was presented with dream options.
• Desmond bullying in childhood
• Mom's funeral
• retaliation on Desmond
• The Moonlight Mariner
• Artemis

I wanted to choose the Moon but curiosity was said to pour down the most peculiar of cats and Artemis had Thomas More than piqued that within me. I donned my ventilation mask and was out before my eyelid could shut good. My mind was a very vivid place so it only heightened with my chamber's direction. On the contrary Desmond still slept the traditional way. He wasn't a dreamer like I. He and I shared DNA but that was about as practically as we had in common. But he was my pal and though we rarely saw eye to eye, he was all I had and I loved him for it.
"Justice ?"
I stood at the foyer of my pod coordination compound. 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 yellowish brown tone of voice, dark locks that fell just below her berm. Her eyes shined like the replete Moon on the dimmest night. She was dressed in active wear as though she had just returned from the gym of sort. Everything in my immediate vicinity became still, virtually exanimate. I could feel my impertinence give way to a fleeting smiling of idolization. As she drew nearer I extended my deal but was knocked for six as she leapt into my weapon.
"Justice, I've missed you so."She said as she nestled into my neck opening. The liberty she exuded was one I couldn't put my finger upon, she continued."I knew you were going to be gone but those surplus two twenty-four hours really did a number on me. Were you able to get everything you needed done ?"
"Yes, I was. Desmond need my help with the farm. It as well gave me often needed time with my niece and nephews."I'd go back dwelling house about three prison term a class. I had been in pep pill Miami for almost a decennary now. I left there not much longer after I had graduated. Desmond was a traditionalist like I mentioned. He took after Pops in that heed. Mom was the one who had dared me to woolgather and be swell. He despised the wave of new. But I often joked about his beach farm in Orlando. Global heating had the real Miami disappear well over two centuries ago. There were mod day Atlantis like urban center that littered the globe these sidereal day. If you should ever have the time you should visit, they are amazing. Upper Miami was created along with many other Upper's to battle the inevitable rising tides of the world's ocean. It was located 6 miles above the earth's crust. It was quite a mastermind idea at the fourth dimension it was created. It provided relief to humanities most close at hand terror outside of the Ice Age. Most times I used the pep pill Community theodolite, or UTC to get back and forth to the farm. Well UTC to the encrustation, then four hours on a vessel then another hour by galvanizing motor vehicle. In total the head trip was about 8 and half hours.
"I'm sure they've missed you."
"As I have missed them. They are growing so fast these days."I was ready to have Kid of my own but my date stamp life had been a recurring epic fail. Desmond often tried to pull in my dating life a issue of discussion. He never was open enough to explore how I had and frankly, I had no desire to try and enlighten him."What did you girl of me ?"I probed Cynthia, More for myself and info as to our interaction rather than truly wanting to eff. It was as if I was trying to patch together an unsolved mystery at this gunpoint.
"well Mr. Cooper, I missed seeing your grin, and greeting you good morning in only a way that I knew how."She raised an eyebrow and gave me a sassy smirk."I missed asking how your day was and inviting you over for dinner."I was beginning to get a picture of what this was."You know, you are my favorite human being right ?"
I was thrown a bit. I was almost certain Artemis was the existent thing. Yet she was a droid. I guess it only made sense as she was too perfect. From her glamourous looks that allured me, to the way she knew my comfortableness. Never had a someone come close to that nor shown this much sake in me."Well Cynthia, you are my front-runner too."I kissed her on the handicap and my pipe dream concluded.
I woke up refreshed as I always did but I was filled with many doubt that pleaded for solution. I knew I'd be plagued for hours on end. The most pressing of those questions was whether she was, well like me or was she droid. As I worked that day I couldn't service but admiration who was who at purview body of water facility. In an effort to smooth integration, the caller had within the finis year hired 150 new employees, but hadn't stated if the new employees were droid or humanoid. I kept my distance though, as I'd recently been disappointed to say the least by a droid.
At Horizon I worked in the lab. It was here where I would test the Ph and salinity mental object of water extracted from the clouds below. I only associated with a handful of mass who were tenured at this point. Phil and I had grown close as we had gone through predilection together, and here it was, five years in and numeration. He worked on the other side of the works where he did purification of the sample distribution extracted. imagination have become an even hot trade good and new slipway to produce more with less have been the latest trend. Being somewhat on the cutting bound 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 help with the publication that the plagued the macrocosm.
Albeit all my pushing Cynthia to the back burner did goose egg as she consumed every vacant bit that my mind had. My commute was consumed of her prancing through the innards of my brain. The Uber ride home was contrived as my chamber had an eldritch power to tie my dream into my reality. That being said, share of me was anxious having that confuse contrast of recalling her bearing upon my arrival. I couldn't help but pause ; almost as if I was waiting to hear my name called in the lovely feel in which she could hum .