The future is bright and elegant, cities and buildings everywhere, the cities are golden and everywhere and thing smiles at the rise of the sun each day. Global Warming and hunger are problems long gone and no disease threatens mankind and yet there are always criminals in a seemingly perfect world, and perfect worlds are easy to hide in when no one questions you.
Our story takes place in the city of Kashuakun where a family of two lives, a father and a small boy named Zslone. One bright and sunny morning all is well on Earth, the sun is shining and the city is bustling and thriving, the scent of motor oil and gas pollutes the air, but the air filters in the windows purify them and Zslone and his father wake up to an average day in the city. The day is already planned out for the two of them, Zslone is off to a school sponsored competition and Jet, his father is off to meet an old friend and help him find a job. As jet slowly lingers out of his room half naked trying to buckle his pants and grabbing for a shirt on the stair-railing almost, falling down the stairs as he does this, yelling out “Dad does going to the hospital cost?!” before he caught himself on the railing and breathed a sigh of relief snapping the button on his pants and throwing on his shirt, then slowly walking down the stairs to a kitchen of black smoke as the smell of some fresh cooked bacon littered the air, its scent almost unbearable as Zslone covered his nose trying not to breath in the noxious gas of the bacon cooking. “Dad turn on the fans I can’t smell my toast or pancakes!” Zslone yelled out in the kitchen moving his other hand around acting like a blind man as he tried to find his chair, hearing the sound of the fan being turned on as he finally found and took his seat. “My Pancakes and my toast done?” Zslone asked moving his hand around on the table trying to find his plate stabbing himself with the other end of the fork, “Damn it!” he cried out as his dad slapped his hand and scolded him for saying such words. “You know you need to watch your language boy!” Jet said scolding Zslone and setting down the plates of food on the table, taking his seat across from Zslone and next to an empty chair the two looked dismal as they wished the chair had Zslone’s mother in it still. “It’s been a year dad, are we visiting mom today?” Zslone asked looking at the empty chair then back at his dad.
