My City, My Master

(This story is the subject of a novel. The author works hard at it. He will finish the story at the beginning of next Spring. Apologies for the quality of translation. Unfortunately, Traian is not a native English speaker and also he is not a good English translator, better said he is not an English translator. But who is interested by his ideas, can contact the writer at traian@go.ro)

Angel was very anxious. Starting to yesterday, she had been treated like a "pariah" by all the "Order supervisors". Almost no one seemed to remark her. She was so alone. All the Buildings rejected her. Her life definitively changed and just her death had to bring to her the peace. Then she had to reborn in the Upper Town.

"Learn to be friendly with all the Urban Understructure. This is the only way you can adapt to the society", said or better ordered the Golden Rule of the City. She didn’t remember to break this rule, but now she had to suffer the consequences of a fictitious violation. All the buildings had put interdiction to her. Not even her Master-Building, where she used to live, had let her to pass inside, beyond the door. Outside it was an unbearable Canicula and she became overnight a "legal homeless". Even she had the opportunity to live in a very comfortable Building, very smart and gifted with conditioned air, which was placed almost in the downtown… This morning she heard that she lost her job. The building where she worked – her Boss for almost ten years – had closed the doors for her. Just like that. No one warned her about something. Her mates passed through the Institution door, looking at her with mercy. They thought she had broke the law. But it wasn’t true! She didn’t make anything bad. Nothing good… But nothing bad… She was a simple living creature, a simple worker like other thousands and thousands…

Now all the doors have been blocked for her as it was a real conspiration of the Buildings against her. "Well, I won’t become paranoiac… I’m too small and insignificant for these Buildings" thought her. She couldn’t find any solution to enter in a Building. There was a legend who said that in the ancient times, they were openings at each level of the Buildings, openings who let people to see the light of the Sun. Their name was "windows".

Her only solution was to leave the District. But the other quarters seemed for her really strange and exotical lands. Up to yesterday, she wouldn’t have the courage to leave her District even she had to be paid with one billion bucks. Now she had to be careful even at the drain openings, which were impatient to have a new victim. All the Urban Understructure of her District was hostile for her. Even the pavement was hotter and hotter under her legs. She felt how her sandals became one with the bitumen. She tried in vain to touch less and less the ground. But she was not a bird. And she wouldn’t like to be a bird.

Anything would happen to her, the city was the only place to leave. Living outside of It or above the thousands sky crapers could be obvious a slow death. Because outside of the City is the hell, isn’t it? This thing was known by any 3 years old kid.

Other step, other drain opening avoided.