An abandoned beginning for a story I had in mind back then
Spilling colloid Between nostalgia and despair. A disturbing yet missed past, a promising yet unwanted future. Tharsaliyot, a weak mind dealing with his meaningless life, lack of ambition, didn't resemble in any way the promise his environment expected from him. He could have reached so far, yet he decided to painfully stay behind. A character non-deserving of pity nor blame. A character that no matter how physical it may keep breathing in this planet, his breath doesn't guarantee him the means to exist for the abstract society. An abstract, virtual society? Oh, I should start explaining by there. We're in 5755 ET, an era where, despite a formidable amount of milestones that once weren't even close to be dreams now already beaten, suggestions of the cruelty behind determinism doesn't stop assaulting reality. The glory that society achieved by developing the Utharsis Interconnected Element (UIE), only interconnected and saved the memories of the elite among the nine races. The rest of the population, left to physically decay under a well constructed set of moralistic doctrines, slow but steadily turned to its extinction, yet without dramatic, chaotic scenes. And this idiot, Tharsaliyot, had the chance of forming part of the UIE, yet he somehow managed to ruin his opportunity without any remnant of a regret. He barely bothers on contemplate the relentless growth of cynicism, crab mentality, delusional hope among this forgotten physical instance. On the other hand, there was this decent-looking girl. Rosha'el, Tharsaliyot's old classmate, followed somewhat the opposite way. She didn't have initially a chance, yet her cooperation with programming skills, her developed social skills and robust knowledge obtained through well-deserved merits, lead her to obtain a locus on the Eternal Hive. Her blind race, only guided by her self-fulfilling ambition, was an attribute mostly admired by most of her surrounding people. Naturally, Tharsaliyot wasn't among her fanclub but more as of fit for the resentful label, according to the same fellows. From Tharsaliyot's block building, some farmlands were at sight in the distance. In the middle of the Lharsa'ic winter, the romanticistic aura of snow in cloudy, frigid days was better to be seen than felt for most, yet he was just drinking beer, intermintently reading and staring the landscape.
Spilling colloid Between nostalgia and despair. A disturbing yet missed past, a promising yet unwanted future. Tharsaliyot, a weak mind dealing with his meaningless life, lack of ambition, didn't resemble in any way the promise his environment expected from him. He could have reached so far, yet he decided to painfully stay behind. A character non-deserving of pity nor blame. A character that no matter how physical it may keep breathing in this planet, his breath doesn't guarantee him the means to exist for the abstract society. An abstract, virtual society? Oh, I should start explaining by there. We're in 5755 ET, an era where, despite a formidable amount of milestones that once weren't even close to be dreams now already beaten, suggestions of the cruelty behind determinism doesn't stop assaulting reality. The glory that society achieved by developing the Utharsis Interconnected Element (UIE), only interconnected and saved the memories of the elite among the nine races. The rest of the population, left to physically decay under a well constructed set of moralistic doctrines, slow but steadily turned to its extinction, yet without dramatic, chaotic scenes. And this idiot, Tharsaliyot, had the chance of forming part of the UIE, yet he somehow managed to ruin his opportunity without any remnant of a regret. He barely bothers on contemplate the relentless growth of cynicism, crab mentality, delusional hope among this forgotten physical instance. On the other hand, there was this decent-looking girl. Rosha'el, Tharsaliyot's old classmate, followed somewhat the opposite way. She didn't have initially a chance, yet her cooperation with programming skills, her developed social skills and robust knowledge obtained through well-deserved merits, lead her to obtain a locus on the Eternal Hive. Her blind race, only guided by her self-fulfilling ambition, was an attribute mostly admired by most of her surrounding people. Naturally, Tharsaliyot wasn't among her fanclub but more as of fit for the resentful label, according to the same fellows. From Tharsaliyot's block building, some farmlands were at sight in the distance. In the middle of the Lharsa'ic winter, the romanticistic aura of snow in cloudy, frigid days was better to be seen than felt for most, yet he was just drinking beer, intermintently reading and staring the landscape.
