So: I had something on my fiction list titled post-scarcity, and LilFluff, in his… Fluffiness, called for Post-Scar City.
Technically, it’s a Post-Scar University, with some influence from The 100 and AM Harte’s Above Ground.
This is an introductory chapter. Don’t know what I’ll do with it after this, but it does seem to, well, introduce things.
Adeline pressed up close to the screen that showed their descent, wedging between two taller people that she didn’t know while still trying not to lose her hold on Geordi’s hand. “It looks… green. Really green.”
“I’ve never seen so much green,” one of the tall people agreed. She peeked up, but she didn’t recognize their faces, either. They were tall, and blue-eyed, with dark hair, and both of them looked the same. They must have either come from one of the other Habitats, or from the other side of Lazarus Habitat. “It doesn’t — It can’t– where are the scars?”
“There ought to be scars.” Geordi’s right hand moved in the signs he used to talk most of the time. “There ought to be — black, grey.”
She twitched her free hand in the same method. “It looks like a hydro suite. Or the sort of things that they show on vids of Before Times.”
Geordi had implants, had since he was ten, but they’d met in the creche, and when it came down to it, he’d always be more comfortable with sign than with spoken language. Continue reading