The City of Steel

Far away, deep in space, past swirling masses of stars lies a small planet. This planet, placed on the outer edge of one of the largest galaxies, has no other planets neighboring this large mass of rock. So this lone planet spends its days gyrating a small binary star system that it calls its sun.

The surface is unlike anything seen before. It does not contain countries or continents such as our planet; instead, it is divided into three regions: a sprawling mountainous region, a raging and untamable oceanic region, and the third region, which was once a flat, arid dessert, is now a gargantuan, cold, heartless city made of steel.

With buildings towering high over the clouds of smog, smoke, and soot that the factories created, buildings reaching heights of almost six-hundred stories, not even close to reaching the tips of the mountains nearby. But what this city lacks in conservation, it makes up for in technology. Roads are a thing of the past; Roads are what children of this city read about in history books. Instead; flying cars, teleportation pods, and rocket belts are considered common in this urban lifestyle. Disease cannot be found anywhere in this city, curing AIDs is like curing the common cold. The city has brought up a defense of immense strength: hundreds of thousands of soldiers with the latest artillery, missiles, lasers, and cloaking devices only begin to describe the weaponry on this planet; and new inventions are appearing everyday.

The mountains: rugged terrain, high peaks, and sparkling waterfalls only begin to describe the awesome power that is this region. With peaks towering thousands of feet skyward, if you were to climb to the tops of these beasts; you would find yourself standing among the stars.

The terrain, so jagged, untamed, with a base of sharp pillars and an almost vertical climb in most places, this region is full of natural defenses against ground-dwelling animals.

At first look, these mountains appear intimidating, painful, and uninviting. But a closer look proves this to be wrong, very wrong: snow-capped summits that melt away to awaken the sleeping streams to change into raging rivers and waterfalls. Caves’ teaming with crystal and quartz makes this a sight to behold.

The ocean; nothing is quite as free and untamed as the ocean. With the rising of the tide come the immense waves crashing against the shore, leaving only a little bit of foam. The sprawling infiniteness of the sea is not the least bit measurable to what lies below the ever-changing water. Below lies a bed of plant life unseen by human eyes, coral of every color, shape, and size imaginable. The beauty that is ocean life only exceeds the beauty of the plant life. Fish of many colors and shapes, harmoniously swimming in what can only be described as a ballet of reds, blues, yellows, and greens. Stingrays moving their fins through the water as a majestic eagle would do so in air. Small fish, when sensing danger, expand their bodies and become an enormous balloon, frightening to behold. Large whales singing a lolling lullaby to the others creatures of the deep when the sun goes down.

Most people would expect these regions to stay away from each other. No, each region wanted what the other one had, and they were all at war.

Down deep in the basement of the steel city lay a research and development center, where professors were busy at work creating new technologies to aid them in the war at hand. Just then, Captain Peacock arrived for his weekly update.

Scientists lowered their heads as they walked by the tall and very distinguished man on his way to his usual spot. "Well professor Granger, what do you have to exhibit for me today?" Said Captain Peacock in his gruff, raspy voice.