gaiarama
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The atmosphere of Planet Nyd had been lost when a comet hit. Known as “The Atmospheric Pop”, those who were lucky, if surviving was such a thing, went into the Savior Domes whether on land or underwater. Citizens of planet Nyd who couldn’t make it suffocated as the Earth boiled into Hell. All was lost outside of The Domes. Within them though was life, the still beating heart of a dead celestial body.
Within them were citizens, animals, plants, enough to continue. A civilization of survival. Everything was carefully balance. There had to be enough land for enough food for enough people. That meant there had to be a certain number of resources, and mouths to feed. There could be three people in a bloodline, the parents and the child. Once a parent became a grandparent they would be euthanized. Tightly regulated systems kept things flowing. As long as humans remained it was all worth it. That was the belief baked into each citizen.
Terelye had been born because her ancestor, Mookala, made it into The Domes. Mookala was a farmer who produced food for The Domes during their construction. A place had been promised to her and her bloodline as thanks for the assistance. The Kyd family had lived on because of Mookala, who had also gifted her family the role of a farmer in The Dome. A solid, comfortable job to have.
Farmers were allowed a piece of land to produce a specific crop, Terelye produced potatoes. Her and her workers were a close-knit family, as most farms were. It was fine, really. Despite the hard labor once they were done with chores the day was free. Terelye herself had made a project of renovating the living quarters, and a farmhand, Kylandrey planned to paint it afterwards. They made songs, told stories, had pets, life was good.
Then an unknown citizen arrived. She was scared, wounded, clearly having survived some horrible ordeal. Terelye had found her, and though she wanted to report the citizen to authorities she was begged not to. Clearly this woman was running from the law, but what had happened? Too scared to tell why they agreed she could stay for a couple days. Hidden from even the farmhands in Terelye’s home, separate from the others living quarters, the citizen was cleaned up. A couple days became a couple weeks.
Finally, the citizen tells her name, Maraqua. She has fled from being euthanized. After having a child far too young her parents are killed. The same fate had happened to her child, who also had a baby while young. Somehow, she was able to escape, feeling it was too unfair, that she was too young. Maraqua then reveals that the wound she had wasn’t from trying to escape, but from ripping a tracking device out. Terelye does not know that every citizen has a tracking device. Feeling her stomach, she finds that deep inside is something hard, like a bone.
Unable to process this Terelye asks more about what the other citizen’s life was like before fleeing. Maraqua says that she was a truck driver. Her own ancestor, whose name is unknown, was merely lucky enough to making it into The Domes during the atmospheric pop. Those people were given random jobs, ones that didn’t have such a cushy lifestyle. Maraqua drove, and drove, and drove, only stopping when her body gave up. She would rest, and then she drove, and drove, and drove. After all that, after all of that nothing, she was then expected to die.
Two authority officers arrive asking if anyone has seen something suspicious, as they found blood on the property while patrolling. Terelye decides not to give up Maraqua and lies, saying everything has been normal. A farmhand reports that they saw someone nearby they hadn’t seen before, but was unable to catch up to them when the stranger ran. The authority officers report that they will be doing a full search of the property when a search warrant is approved, around
Terelye panics and demands to ask why Maraqua would risk that. Breaking down Maraqua cries to her friend that she wants to be free, that she doesn’t want to die or drive, she wants to live. There is nowhere to go. Anywhere in The Domes they go, they will be found, there is certain death outside. Maraqua says that she will reveal herself so that they don’t kill Terelye for housing a wanted criminal. Terelye refuses this.
There is only one option to leave The Domes. In case of emergency there is a system of trains that leads to the closest sister dome. It is protected against the harsh landscape of Planet Nyd, but does not have oxygen. Anyone who crosses has to wear a protective suit that supplies oxygen. The trains would take approximately 27 hours between each dome, something of 20 days on feet. If they can make it there, and obtain enough oxygen tanks, they could in theory survive an escape to another dome. To live another life, or at least escape this one.
That evening they remove Terelye’s tracker. Maraqua cuts open her stomach before removing the tracker with pliers. An extremely painful experience, Terelye almost passes out. It is treated and wrapped up. They flee at night with two large bags and two backpacks. They pass multiple farmlands. They make it to the inner door. One authority officer is there. Since there is nothing outside and no real way of escape it isn’t a super big deal to guard it, a waste of citizens really. They are able to lure the guard out with Terelye’s wound before killing him. They take his gun and keys before hiding his body.
The sun will rise soon, which means they need to be fast. While the train tunnel walls are thick enough to hide from the solar radiation, the outer layer is see-through and they will be burned by it. It is only safe at night.
They look out onto Earth. It is desolate, barren. Nothing remains, just dust, sand, craters. A black sky. Not knowing what they expected they hold hands, and just stare in silence. After a long time Maraqua finally pulls Terelye away, who can’t seem to stop. They go to the storage room. It’s tall and huge, running along the wall farther than they can see. Able to kick it open. Terelye almost blacks out from effort, and the wound begins bleeding again. Maraqua puts her in a suit and then puts one on herself. She then packs the bags with oxygen tanks, which are palm sized plastic circles that attach to the suits.
Terelye is too weak and is forced to lean on Maraqua as they walk to the train systems opening, which is a transition space between the dome and the station. It will fill with oxygen and once the door closes, it will dispel the oxygen. They open it with the key, but Terelye again collapses. She is too weak to walk, let alone carry bags. Maraqua begins to panic, but forces herself to remain calm. She throws the bags into the station. She then grabs Terelye and pulls her into the station. Authority officers enter the outer layer and pull their guns. Maraqua runs, closing the station door in time though she is shot in the shoulder. Once closed the door locks, as to prevent oxygen from the dome being sucked out.
They sit in silence, leaning against the door as the oxygen is sucked out from them room. Holding hands they watch as the second door to the actual train station opens.
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The atmosphere of Planet Nyd had been lost when a comet hit. Known as “The Atmospheric Pop”, those who were lucky, if surviving was such a thing, went into the Savior Domes whether on land or underwater. Citizens of planet Nyd who couldn’t make it suffocated as the Earth boiled into Hell. All was lost outside of The Domes. Within them though was life, the still beating heart of a dead celestial body.
Within them were citizens, animals, plants, enough to continue. A civilization of survival. Everything was carefully balance. There had to be enough land for enough food for enough people. That meant there had to be a certain number of resources, and mouths to feed. There could be three people in a bloodline, the parents and the child. Once a parent became a grandparent they would be euthanized. Tightly regulated systems kept things flowing. As long as humans remained it was all worth it. That was the belief baked into each citizen.
Terelye had been born because her ancestor, Mookala, made it into The Domes. Mookala was a farmer who produced food for The Domes during their construction. A place had been promised to her and her bloodline as thanks for the assistance. The Kyd family had lived on because of Mookala, who had also gifted her family the role of a farmer in The Dome. A solid, comfortable job to have.
Farmers were allowed a piece of land to produce a specific crop, Terelye produced potatoes. Her and her workers were a close-knit family, as most farms were. It was fine, really. Despite the hard labor once they were done with chores the day was free. Terelye herself had made a project of renovating the living quarters, and a farmhand, Kylandrey planned to paint it afterwards. They made songs, told stories, had pets, life was good.
Then an unknown citizen arrived. She was scared, wounded, clearly having survived some horrible ordeal. Terelye had found her, and though she wanted to report the citizen to authorities she was begged not to. Clearly this woman was running from the law, but what had happened? Too scared to tell why they agreed she could stay for a couple days. Hidden from even the farmhands in Terelye’s home, separate from the others living quarters, the citizen was cleaned up. A couple days became a couple weeks.
Finally, the citizen tells her name, Maraqua. She has fled from being euthanized. After having a child far too young her parents are killed. The same fate had happened to her child, who also had a baby while young. Somehow, she was able to escape, feeling it was too unfair, that she was too young. Maraqua then reveals that the wound she had wasn’t from trying to escape, but from ripping a tracking device out. Terelye does not know that every citizen has a tracking device. Feeling her stomach, she finds that deep inside is something hard, like a bone.
Unable to process this Terelye asks more about what the other citizen’s life was like before fleeing. Maraqua says that she was a truck driver. Her own ancestor, whose name is unknown, was merely lucky enough to making it into The Domes during the atmospheric pop. Those people were given random jobs, ones that didn’t have such a cushy lifestyle. Maraqua drove, and drove, and drove, only stopping when her body gave up. She would rest, and then she drove, and drove, and drove. After all that, after all of that nothing, she was then expected to die.
Two authority officers arrive asking if anyone has seen something suspicious, as they found blood on the property while patrolling. Terelye decides not to give up Maraqua and lies, saying everything has been normal. A farmhand reports that they saw someone nearby they hadn’t seen before, but was unable to catch up to them when the stranger ran. The authority officers report that they will be doing a full search of the property when a search warrant is approved, around
Terelye panics and demands to ask why Maraqua would risk that. Breaking down Maraqua cries to her friend that she wants to be free, that she doesn’t want to die or drive, she wants to live. There is nowhere to go. Anywhere in The Domes they go, they will be found, there is certain death outside. Maraqua says that she will reveal herself so that they don’t kill Terelye for housing a wanted criminal. Terelye refuses this.
There is only one option to leave The Domes. In case of emergency there is a system of trains that leads to the closest sister dome. It is protected against the harsh landscape of Planet Nyd, but does not have oxygen. Anyone who crosses has to wear a protective suit that supplies oxygen. The trains would take approximately 27 hours between each dome, something of 20 days on feet. If they can make it there, and obtain enough oxygen tanks, they could in theory survive an escape to another dome. To live another life, or at least escape this one.
That evening they remove Terelye’s tracker. Maraqua cuts open her stomach before removing the tracker with pliers. An extremely painful experience, Terelye almost passes out. It is treated and wrapped up. They flee at night with two large bags and two backpacks. They pass multiple farmlands. They make it to the inner door. One authority officer is there. Since there is nothing outside and no real way of escape it isn’t a super big deal to guard it, a waste of citizens really. They are able to lure the guard out with Terelye’s wound before killing him. They take his gun and keys before hiding his body.
The sun will rise soon, which means they need to be fast. While the train tunnel walls are thick enough to hide from the solar radiation, the outer layer is see-through and they will be burned by it. It is only safe at night.
They look out onto Earth. It is desolate, barren. Nothing remains, just dust, sand, craters. A black sky. Not knowing what they expected they hold hands, and just stare in silence. After a long time Maraqua finally pulls Terelye away, who can’t seem to stop. They go to the storage room. It’s tall and huge, running along the wall farther than they can see. Able to kick it open. Terelye almost blacks out from effort, and the wound begins bleeding again. Maraqua puts her in a suit and then puts one on herself. She then packs the bags with oxygen tanks, which are palm sized plastic circles that attach to the suits.
Terelye is too weak and is forced to lean on Maraqua as they walk to the train systems opening, which is a transition space between the dome and the station. It will fill with oxygen and once the door closes, it will dispel the oxygen. They open it with the key, but Terelye again collapses. She is too weak to walk, let alone carry bags. Maraqua begins to panic, but forces herself to remain calm. She throws the bags into the station. She then grabs Terelye and pulls her into the station. Authority officers enter the outer layer and pull their guns. Maraqua runs, closing the station door in time though she is shot in the shoulder. Once closed the door locks, as to prevent oxygen from the dome being sucked out.
They sit in silence, leaning against the door as the oxygen is sucked out from them room. Holding hands they watch as the second door to the actual train station opens.
