The tale of Cyberia

Imagine a world, where imagination is illegal. A world where the few people who can dream are hunted like animal, in a world made of metal, in a sociaty controlled of a single man. A city where everything you do is registered and filed. Art is non-existing, music is non-existing. Love is non-existing.

In this vast world of control, the few dreams that exist, can come to life.


3. Chapter Two "Gossip"

I flew up from my pillow, gasping for air. My hair sticking to my head like the tentacles of an octopus. It had been almost three years now and that morning still haunted my dreams. There wasn't a lot of details left, but the sound of the door slamming, and the bike starting, still stood quite clear in my memory, still caused a pain in my heart.
I rubbed my eyes with two fingers and shook my head. Then i shoved the black silk sheets away and got out of bed.
The damp feel of depression hung in the room, along with the smell of sweat. The room was dark as the grave, i opened the curtains, and let the faint moonlight in through the window, giving me just enough light to see the door to the rest of the house.

The rest of the house was lighted by the moon, giving it an almost scary, haunted house kind of look. I half expected a ghost jumping at me when i entered the kitchen, through the door opposite of my room, there almost was.
My avatar, Greystar, was waiting in the kitchen. It was hard to tell, but my guess would be that he was watching the street outside my apartment. I looked past him out on the snowy road, the pulsing guide-light barely visible beneath the white carpet.

An avatar was something every thinker had, in some form at least. Mine had materialized, and had almost reached the point of independency. Some hadn't even seen theirs yet.
It was your main character, so to speak.
It starts as the story you dream of. Then, when your power is great enough, it will start to materialize, only for a few seconds at first. But as your power grows, so does your avatar. Mine is "alive" twenty-four hours a day.
Being your own character, it looks, speaks and moves as you tell it, its different skills and powers corresponds to whats in your mind.
So why don't you just make it capable of doing everything?
Because, it would require a lot of power, more power than any man have been able to muster.
Greystar was my pride and honor. I had spent hours building him up, making him the perfect mix of power and efficiency.
He had the size and general body structure of a well trained male. His skin was dark grey and his face was featureless.People often found this quite scary, even the few friends i had left didn't like his appearance. I didn't really care.
His fighting abilities were as simple as his appearance. Bot his arms had the abilities to extend two double-edged blades from the wrist, going over the hands.
That, mixed with his acrobatic abilities made him a world-class assassin.
Now, i didn't want to make a mute best friend. So i gave him the ability to communicate through telekinesis, meaning he could now talk inside your head, and you could answer the same way. His voice had different variations depending on mood.
When in a good mood his voice was low, calm and controlled, like a lonely father telling his little son stories on christmas eve.
When he was in a mood, his voice became very different. He rarely got angry, only when someone, or something, was threatening me. When this was the case, the thing Greystar saw as a problem would find itself with a low, hissing voice, with an echo that ran down your spine several times, before you could move on to the next syllable in whatever sentence was being crammed into your mind. Very intimidating.
"Morning" i said, out loud for once. His voice answered me, calm as ever, like a rolling wave an early sunday morning.
"Morning miss, had a good nights sleep i trust". "Not really no" i answered, still a bit tense after last nights dream.
"Its him again is it not?" There was no doubt in his voice, he already knew the answer to his question, but he asked anyway, just to seem like a real person. A thing i told him to try from time to time.
In response to his question i nodded in silence, no need for rubbing it in by saying it out loud. He didn't say anything, he always knew when to not keep asking. Unlike many of my friends, who at this point probably would have grabbed som popcorn, and sat down to enjoy another story. Maybe with the exception of Melody and Mystery, their reaction would probably have been much like Greystars, they didn't care much for gossip.
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