A tale of Techno Wonder and Passion is held inside
20XX
A rolling grey path, broad and worn. Rolling, spinning wheels of freedom bound to an engine of vibrant youth, and unchallenged passion carry a young one down the highway, the hill crests, the city looms, it's technologic wonder and splendor vibrant in the sun, but the road carries on, down, forward and into the dark reaches where no light reaches, and all things are raw and pure.
In shadowed allley she stood, uncaring, unfeeling, wanting to vanish in the unmasked reaches of the city's depths. She glances, by fate, or by chance, i do not know, out to the street, and her eyes met his. In that moment, destiny was set in motion as her pursuers descended on her, In faceless uniforms and uncaring tools she is carried aloft, her parting cry a strike at free soul's heart.
Engine roars, desire and compassion ignited, wheels tear down stone and pavement, eyes locked on her pleading calls as they traverse city and hill and tunnel to the shimmering facade atop the city. The carriers break sight and land in dock above the rooves, young man, passion leading, logic left, darts down sidestreet, leaping from bike to side door of building, deft hands catching it as careless worker passes for a smoke.
Inside, creeping, silent. He darts down halls, and ascends through lifts. Camera's pan, their unfeeling unerring loyalty to faceless hate and dispassionate controllers left without doubt as his form evades and avoids.
He makes haste, and reaches the upper floors, ducks past guard uncaring, and slips a card simply taken to the reader. The door parts, unthinking to it's applicant. Steel glass eye betray's his position.
Lights burn through the corridors, the Faceless emerge uncounted, rods of sliding steel in hand, intent on stopping driven youth and energy. Aged and worked leather, practiced and battered hand, struggle and slip past to the last doors, his heart, his instinct, a living line to the one in need, guiding him.
A silent reprieve as the lift descends, sinking to below the deepest depths of the city, speed un matched, likes flickering in a cascade of hypnotic allure for a moment before silent doors slide open on rails of air. His hand grasps the rod he took. The alarm of far above no longer even an echo as he gazes on her. Across the darkness, held in shackles to the wall, he silent cry screams for release again, as the dark expanse gives way to the unfeeling guardian, her Keeper
Freedom bound soul leaps without a care, without a thought, as steel is sent through the air with thoughtless precision. Holes are left, and boots are gripping. Steel bar swings, and mechanical arms comes down. Steel and steel. One driven by life and passion, the other by duty and uncompromising logic.
Neither gives, Another hail of surgical projectiles tears the air, the man falls to the floor as the looming red eye above shines with malefic intent. A gasp, a scream, a grunt. the odor of burnt flesh wafts through cooled and vented air, a cindered jacket, leather, is left charred where the man once lay.
His stolen rod, heart driven steel, is left cut, it's end angled and shaped by logic's distorted light, but desperation drives, and when paired with passion, the force is great. Without thought, without care, he lunges, ballistic lead flies over head as he ducks, lights flicker as his now edged steel cuts, the air hums with the exposed cable he now holds in hand.
he knows this is the end, She can feel it. He leaps, she watches, desperate for fate to be their ally as he sinks both fist and cable into glaring red lens.
Flesh and steel and bone and plastic. Neither refuses to give, all are driven. Something is lost, yet something is gained. The end is here, the lights fade out. The machine is dead, logic has failed, the facade lost. Fate of others unknown, other than silent embrace in flickering hope.
