Children of the Lotus
Chapter One
128 N.U.
Everything was dark. All we heard were voices and instrumentation.
After some time, the Image finally came back to us, and we watched as the youthful bodies churned together in their melting pot. Their arms moving around like wild strips of spaghetti; loud and vivid figures controlled by the most addictive, electric sounds. Each tiny decibel had joined to create futuristic tones, and I was in awe as they exploded through the airwaves.
Ellis, out of turn for the second time began to speak. “You know... I can barely believe that His mind imagined such a world. You know… I can’t believe He created us…”
Boots and cats, boots and cats, boots and cats is all they heard as the lights flashed around in the Image.
The Hybrids used the music as a guide for their movements. Their hands were in the air moving about almost effortlessly. It was as if they danced fast and slow at the same time. It surely was an odd and fascinating scene.
Extremity and peace were in unison as the psyched-out figures danced the night away. In all corners of the snug wood cabin, solar powered flat screen televisions looked down at the tiny dancers.
Thank the sun. Every day, thank the sun.
The bright beasts all displayed a plethora of the color spectrum, each color change, a result of the change in pitch and tempo created a true and vivid image of the strange music.
The sound took them all away, maybe for a few hours or a few minutes, but it did take them. They swayed with one another inside the Farm; in their secure community hide away. They lived comfortably in the mountains separated from the Urbanites. *The only difference between them and us is that we know them better than they know us.
Ellis continued. “I remember as if it was yesterday when you first showed me.”
Young Israel, Isa Maya's first son, stepped outside leaving the other Hybrids in their paradise. The music slightly quieted down, and a girl about eighteen (near his age) followed him out. Fastened tightly onto a large flagpole, a nervous loudspeaker was awaiting its orders.
I nodded.
Before allowing me to continue with the story, Ellis added one last thing, “Hybrids…”
I turned my full attention to Ellis, and with a nod continued to tell him of my dream. Or… whatever it was; exactly how I remembered it. By now, he was familiar with some of the characters from this fantasy through the Image. The fourth dimension had its layers, and we had learned how to live in it post Nove Undici.
Ellis knew of Ezra Stokely, and his son Abraham. He knew of Abraham’s best friend Isa Maya, and their wives and children being the first family units to transition from Urbanization into the Hybrid Compound.
Most of all, he knew who was responsible for the Hybrids and the Urbanites. He also knew that they were running out of time, and that the Raid would happen any day now.
Preparedness would have to begin sooner rather than later.
The music got a bit louder.
“So what happened with Israel and the girl next?” Ellis asked of Abraham’s eldest son.
“I remember that she had a green leaf playfully hanging out of her mouth.” She had a tiny figure, but she also had superb and inquisitive eyes. “At times, it was almost as if she was glowing like an angel.”
“Oh…”
He continued. “As they walked out, the door of the cabin shut behind them. They were barefoot, and the dirt path had led them into the woods.”
As soon as those words ended, once again from the darkness appeared an image for the two of them t watch.
Israel walked backwards as the girl leaped forward towards him. He caught her and swung her around. Her body slid down his right side as he turned to face the woods. They both paused and looked down the narrow path. They were curious, adventurous, young, and unafraid, and so they went.
The bass and vibrations from within the cabin allowed for an exciting atmosphere outside.
“Here’s where it gets strange.”
Ellis nodded and leaned forward; anxious to hear more. Everything began to grow dark as their bodies slowly disappeared into the woods.
The music began to get louder and louder.
“What happened?”
“And then… they left me in complete darkness.”
After some time, the Image finally came back to us, and we watched as the youthful bodies churned together in their melting pot. Their arms moving around like wild strips of spaghetti; loud and vivid figures controlled by the most addictive, electric sounds. Each tiny decibel had joined to create futuristic tones, and I was in awe as they exploded through the airwaves.
Ellis, out of turn for the second time began to speak. “You know... I can barely believe that His mind imagined such a world. You know… I can’t believe He created us…”
Boots and cats, boots and cats, boots and cats is all they heard as the lights flashed around in the Image.
The Hybrids used the music as a guide for their movements. Their hands were in the air moving about almost effortlessly. It was as if they danced fast and slow at the same time. It surely was an odd and fascinating scene.
Extremity and peace were in unison as the psyched-out figures danced the night away. In all corners of the snug wood cabin, solar powered flat screen televisions looked down at the tiny dancers.
Thank the sun. Every day, thank the sun.
The bright beasts all displayed a plethora of the color spectrum, each color change, a result of the change in pitch and tempo created a true and vivid image of the strange music.
The sound took them all away, maybe for a few hours or a few minutes, but it did take them. They swayed with one another inside the Farm; in their secure community hide away. They lived comfortably in the mountains separated from the Urbanites. *The only difference between them and us is that we know them better than they know us.
Ellis continued. “I remember as if it was yesterday when you first showed me.”
Young Israel, Isa Maya's first son, stepped outside leaving the other Hybrids in their paradise. The music slightly quieted down, and a girl about eighteen (near his age) followed him out. Fastened tightly onto a large flagpole, a nervous loudspeaker was awaiting its orders.
I nodded.
Before allowing me to continue with the story, Ellis added one last thing, “Hybrids…”
I turned my full attention to Ellis, and with a nod continued to tell him of my dream. Or… whatever it was; exactly how I remembered it. By now, he was familiar with some of the characters from this fantasy through the Image. The fourth dimension had its layers, and we had learned how to live in it post Nove Undici.
Ellis knew of Ezra Stokely, and his son Abraham. He knew of Abraham’s best friend Isa Maya, and their wives and children being the first family units to transition from Urbanization into the Hybrid Compound.
Most of all, he knew who was responsible for the Hybrids and the Urbanites. He also knew that they were running out of time, and that the Raid would happen any day now.
Preparedness would have to begin sooner rather than later.
The music got a bit louder.
“So what happened with Israel and the girl next?” Ellis asked of Abraham’s eldest son.
“I remember that she had a green leaf playfully hanging out of her mouth.” She had a tiny figure, but she also had superb and inquisitive eyes. “At times, it was almost as if she was glowing like an angel.”
“Oh…”
He continued. “As they walked out, the door of the cabin shut behind them. They were barefoot, and the dirt path had led them into the woods.”
As soon as those words ended, once again from the darkness appeared an image for the two of them t watch.
Israel walked backwards as the girl leaped forward towards him. He caught her and swung her around. Her body slid down his right side as he turned to face the woods. They both paused and looked down the narrow path. They were curious, adventurous, young, and unafraid, and so they went.
The bass and vibrations from within the cabin allowed for an exciting atmosphere outside.
“Here’s where it gets strange.”
Ellis nodded and leaned forward; anxious to hear more. Everything began to grow dark as their bodies slowly disappeared into the woods.
The music began to get louder and louder.
“What happened?”
“And then… they left me in complete darkness.”