5/10/2023 0 Comments Gramps pipe tales of zestiria“Sorey,” a young male’s voice from behind him sounded, and he turned. Around him, more avatars were spawning in flashes of white light. People were talking animatedly to one another, others mingling with computer-controlled programs as they exchanged small talk and information. Sorey felt the familiar lurch like falling into a deep black pit, but then as soon as the feeling subsided he was opening his eyes to a bustling square filled with activity. Focusing on the thrum of the unit’s internal processes at work stilled his restlessness, as he heard Mikleo’s voice coming out over his interface. He closed his eyes, the screen’s white display resembling an imprint behind his closed eyelids. It was silent inside of the pod, aside from Sorey’s even breaths and the gentle whirring of machinery. The hood of the pod came lowering down, shrouding them in darkness save for the glare of the screen’s display. With one synchronised movement, they simultaneously pressed the button. “Initiating,” Mikleo responded, his hand poised in a similar manner above his own interface. “Preparing to initiate the dive sequence,” Sorey announced, his finger hovering over a lit button on his interface. Their wrists bumped against one another, Sorey’s feathered bracelet tickling the back of Mikleo’s palm with the movement. “Ready,” Mikleo nodded, extending his right arm in turn. He held out his left arm towards Mikleo, excitement glinting in his bold green eyes. Glancing to his side, he could see Mikleo doing the same, tufts of his short golden-brown hair disappearing under his helmet. “We’ll be counting on you to guide us, Atakk,” Mikleo added in from his pod.Ītakk disappeared off-screen as Sorey finalised his dive preparations, pulling his helmet on. On its head it wore an oversized, gold-coloured helm with swirling designs, the creature’s large eyes peeking out from underneath. It hummed with each key that Sorey pressed, his fingers moving swiftly having been honed with many years of diving experience.Ĭrawling into view from the corner of the screen was a small grey and white mascot. Inside, an interface lit up with information similar to that which Mikleo had been looking at earlier. “Heh, it’s true that I would forget to even eat if not for you reminding me, Mikleo!” Sorey chuckled, hoisting the diving helmet into his lap as he climbed into the pod. “You’ll need to resurface at some point.” “Sorey, I know you have the tendency to be absorbed once we get down there, so let me remind you that you’re still human,” the violet-eyed youth sighed, his hand on the edge of the pod as he prepared to enter it. With a whirring hiss, pods connected to the dive unit opened to reveal two cockpits, each with a helmet-like object sitting on the seat. But it had remained their connection to the ‘net over the many years that they had been diving together.Ī smaller screen on the side of the unit blinked to life when it was touched, small noises sounding in response to each keystroke that was entered. Compared to modern dive units, it was far from sleek or glamorous. Their dive unit was a clunky machine, all scratched silver metal and still running an older operating system. The violet-eyed youth shook his head in response to his friend’s boundless energy and enthusiasm, but it wasn’t long before he joined him. “So we can stay as long as we like.”īefore his friend could respond, he was hurrying over to their dive unit, ducking under holographic displays and being careful not to trip over the long cables that ran across the floor. “Perfect,” bright green eyes lit up at the news, accompanied by a wide grin. “No routine maintenance,” he answered, waving away the display to turn to his companion. “And no routine maintenance planned for today?” the second person piped up from his spot by the violet-eyed youth’s side, eyes similarly following his gaze. Narrowing his eyes, he gave the second person a glare before returning his attention to the screen in front of him. He didn’t even flinch when another person’s shoulder playfully bumped into his own. “Traffic looks stable, not detecting any errors or crashes,” he murmured, eyes flickering from one side of the screen to the other. With another wave of his hand, the third display was enlarged to fill the whole screen. To a normal person the information might have been impossible to interpret, but not for the violet-eyed youth who stood in front of the displays.įlicking his wrist, two of the displays disappeared off-screen. Lines of computer code and blinking graphs littered the screens, changing and updating by the second. The room was bright, lit by rows of fluorescent lights overhead and the glare from several holographic displays floating in mid-air.
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