Rogue fourteen
Posted: 29 Apr 2006, 19:51
I am just brushing up on my writing but tell me what you think: 
John walked down the road looking at the familiar houses staring back at him he looked around; it was an extremely thin concrete street the reason why it was so thin was because vehicles didn’t go down it any more they went over it. The repulser lift is how and because of that the motorcar basically died.
As John rounded the corner the sound of engines filled the air. In the sky were hundreds of hover vehicles. Hover cars, hover taxi’s’ hover trucks you name it, it was there. John called for a taxi and climbed in.
“Where do you want to go?” asked the robotic voice of the A.I.
“Hanover square please,” replied John.
“that will be 10 credits please.” Said the A.I. as a screen blinked on. John typed his code and made the transaction “thank you and have a nice ride,” the A.I. said as the taxi spurred its repulsers and took of into the sky.
Just before landing John looked out of the window to see his house, it was a concrete construction and was larger than most, to get any thing bigger than 10m by 10m you had to have money, big money and to actually own the house you need a lot of money. Running out of the house came John’s mum Cath she had a slim well built figure, she was 2m in height and had long jet black hair and olive skin.
“John!” she said, “there you are.” They embraced before she asked “where were you, it’s six o’clock you were meant to come back from college three hours ago, we were so worried.”
“I have joined up.” John whispered, looking down.
“YOU DID WHAT!!!” Yelled Cath.
“I joined up, I need to go to the barracks tomorrow.”
“You are not going!”
“I took the kings credit though!”
“You are not going!”
“ Every one else in college has!”
“You are no-“
“Mum I am 18 I am not a child anymore. Stop treating me like one!” John stormed into the house and into his room and locked his door. His room was of what you would normally expect it to be; a mess there was clouds on the floor making a strange alien landscape for the robofigures to fight over John walked over the mess trying not to stand on the figures fighting at his feet. He got to a mirror and looked at himself, he saw a tanned 18 year old who was 1.80m with blue eyes and white teeth with black hair looking back at him.
Downstairs Cath was talking with John’s dad Phil he was 1.60m a white skinned man with glasses, green eyes and curly brown hair.
“He is lonely here all his friends have gone to do military service” said Phil sadly.
“Do you want him to go?” demanded Cath.
“no but he was right we cant treat him like a child for ever” he said.
John walked down the road looking at the familiar houses staring back at him he looked around; it was an extremely thin concrete street the reason why it was so thin was because vehicles didn’t go down it any more they went over it. The repulser lift is how and because of that the motorcar basically died.
As John rounded the corner the sound of engines filled the air. In the sky were hundreds of hover vehicles. Hover cars, hover taxi’s’ hover trucks you name it, it was there. John called for a taxi and climbed in.
“Where do you want to go?” asked the robotic voice of the A.I.
“Hanover square please,” replied John.
“that will be 10 credits please.” Said the A.I. as a screen blinked on. John typed his code and made the transaction “thank you and have a nice ride,” the A.I. said as the taxi spurred its repulsers and took of into the sky.
Just before landing John looked out of the window to see his house, it was a concrete construction and was larger than most, to get any thing bigger than 10m by 10m you had to have money, big money and to actually own the house you need a lot of money. Running out of the house came John’s mum Cath she had a slim well built figure, she was 2m in height and had long jet black hair and olive skin.
“John!” she said, “there you are.” They embraced before she asked “where were you, it’s six o’clock you were meant to come back from college three hours ago, we were so worried.”
“I have joined up.” John whispered, looking down.
“YOU DID WHAT!!!” Yelled Cath.
“I joined up, I need to go to the barracks tomorrow.”
“You are not going!”
“I took the kings credit though!”
“You are not going!”
“ Every one else in college has!”
“You are no-“
“Mum I am 18 I am not a child anymore. Stop treating me like one!” John stormed into the house and into his room and locked his door. His room was of what you would normally expect it to be; a mess there was clouds on the floor making a strange alien landscape for the robofigures to fight over John walked over the mess trying not to stand on the figures fighting at his feet. He got to a mirror and looked at himself, he saw a tanned 18 year old who was 1.80m with blue eyes and white teeth with black hair looking back at him.
Downstairs Cath was talking with John’s dad Phil he was 1.60m a white skinned man with glasses, green eyes and curly brown hair.
“He is lonely here all his friends have gone to do military service” said Phil sadly.
“Do you want him to go?” demanded Cath.
“no but he was right we cant treat him like a child for ever” he said.