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PZ : Chapter 1
- Your highness, are voa listening to me ?
As though caught in the act, Zélée snapped her head around and away from the window and with her sweet smile so charming, but a bit contracted :
- Yes, of course.
Her teacher fetched a weary sigh, eyes lifted up :
- My lesson is boring voa, Io know that. But how will voa manage the planet without knowing anything about it ?!
Zélée whispered to herself, always impressed by this kind of reflection about her future, which was coming nearer and nearer :
- Iam aware of that
- So, in 2123
At last, she could leave this room of which she knew every cleft on the walls, for she spent so much time detailling them in her dreams. She saw Mimisha at the end of the corridor, and she came to her :
- Yoa have come to support me during the exit of my classes now ?
- Ia took pity on voa. Especially when Ia saw the weather today. So ideal ! Ia thought this morning would be a real torture and voa would look outside a lot
PZ : Prologue
She started to run, run again and again Sometimes she staggered along, but that did not matter. Among all the ferns, it was hard to go fast. She also did not want the others to wonder where she was and go looking for her.
She desired to leave so much. Go away over there If only it was possible. She felt discouraged and began to cry, and more tears streamed down her face.
She slackened her arms and rested them a bit. The baby against her her baby was not saying a word, perhaps even afraid too, for she felt the despair of her mother and all her uncertainty. Impassively, Xenia moved her head up : a bright light, dazzling on the forest and on the mist. An engine noise Not them again ? No, it was a different ship (even if she was not an expert, she knew enough about ships to recognize their origins).
Voices, Xenia surmised, would be audible, so she came close slowly, a hand on the mouth of her daughter. She listened and heard voices speak :
- Vus have one
PZ : Preface
The story takes place in 3043.
The year has not been choosed randomly, it is based on the Titan AE story. That is not at all a fanfiction, but this story uses some facts from this movie.
The story happens on Upleas, planet where the main livings are the upleans.
Upleas is desert, with a hot and dry weather. The upleans are not healthy, they suffer of breathing problems but there is no climate changements. The scientists do not explain this ill.
Upleas has a poor ground and does not contain enough water for supplying to all the needs of the people, so it has to be supplied. It is detached in the galaxy, its solar system is bordered by other stars which only make turn around them meteorites or small planets incorrect for welcoming life.
All this makes more than 65% of the wealth are used for buying water. Even if Upleas is handicaped on that side, it is not exploited or threatened in any case by the other intergalactic systems because it can not bring anything.
So upleans liv
Inspector Wolf The old lady was dead. I could smell it before I even got into the house. The whole place reeked of adrenaline, sweat, fear, copper and steel. He’d dropped her right in her living room. Chopped and chopped until she stopped moving. But I could tell I was getting close. This had been done in a hurry, and the killer didn’t have the time to clean up after himself like he usually did.
Across the room, the phone rang. The shrill sound set my teeth to grinding, but I ignored it. Instead I followed the killer’s bloody footprints into the back bedroom. He’d climbed out the window. If I hurried, I could catch up to him and end this disgusting spree he was on.
Then the answering machine kicked in. “Hi, Gramma! It’s Red. Sorry I’m running late. I kind of lost track of time. But don’t worry. I packed the picnic and I’m heading out the door right now. Love you.”
She’d been expec
The TrundlerThe waste land behind the fire station is always silent. No birds sing there, and even the wild rabbits and feral cats avoid it. Weedy wildflowers nod their seasonal heads in the breeze. Lying fallow in the midst of housing developments, shopping malls, the new movie theater — the vacant lot stands out like a knife wound on a woman’s placid face, shocking, brazen, ugly.
It is always empty. Except for one thing: a ragged heap of old trash, all nasty black tar paper and vicious snarls of rusted wire, car parts and broken glass and other junkyard jetsam. The embodiment of injury waiting to happen, an invitation to a tetanus shot... the city never hauled it away. No one ever wants anywhere near it; it radiates an eerie sense of calculating watchfulness.
And at night, it wanders.
When darkness falls, and the last cars heading into the hives of tract housing stop illuminating the asphalt with moving-picture shadows, it… unfolds. Bitter, broken tangles, grotesquely mov
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