A Date with Myself
Today , I had decided - and that too after a long time - to step out of this 1 BHK apartment that I shared with my best friend Lily. This drive to get out this mild cold vicinity into the bright, warm sun had been suppressed and my job requirement had trained my eyes 24/7 on the monitor screen assessing the air traffic. If I were to leave my screen even a minute before my shift ends, the chaos of flying machines banging amongst themselves is a 100℅ surity. Oh, by the way, my name is Jade - yeah, I know it doesn't sound like any flower's or animal's name, which is allotted to any girl born in remembrance of the extinct species - and work for traffic police intelligence department and for my duty's tight schedule I have been stuck in my apartment that us at the 1899th, well I am lucky to be so high up cause the people below 800th floor are charred to death due to the heat, volcanic eruptions and hit springs sprouting everywhere. Only the middle part is enough for human survival with artificial layering. We are stuck mid-air between the lava and steam erupting land and those skin charring sun rays since the ozone layer has vanished along with most of the atmospherical gases swept away by the solar winds. It's already 9 pm and my shift is over. I leave dir the public bathrooms after waking Lily to continue with the shift. Only 5 min of water at 1-degree Celsius is in store for me this week and I am to use it all today. When I am done slipping into my favorite floral dress - out of the 5 dresses I own - I jump onto my airlift scooter and start walking and that is to say because of our useless planet ending up with all-natural gases, petrol, minerals, so...