…The three agents, they were government agents he was sure of it, he didn’t know much about the authorities, but people like himself who lived at the extreme end of the law’s influence only ever saw government officials when things went wrong, as such growing up, he and his friends knew only too well when they came knocking….
As the lights of the city dissipated and the outer sectors flew past the windows of the taxi, Nuban wondered if he was doing the right thing. He had followed Mara, a girl, barely a woman whom he’d just met into the unknown. He was angry about the outcome for him and his father, had found Mara alluring, interesting, attractive. But did he really think this would work? ….
Nuban’s hands were shaking, he was back staring out a window at the now dark cityscape with hundreds of dots of light below and endless above in the sky. A few craft hovered in, illuminated as they landed further up on the spire or the smaller entourage of buildings. He could not see the landscape beyond the city now, the desert, it was lost from site but would be forever his fate…..
Nuban stared out the window at the dazzling vista of the city below. Never had he been so high off the ground, they were on the twelfth floor of the Spire, not nearly the top, but tall enough to look down even at the six ‘guardians’ as they were called, the six buildings that surrounded the spire and were monsters in their own right. He breathed in the recycled air, his reflection showed his full figure, dark skin a fit body from manual labour and basic self defence training as was common, a harsh world makes harsh people……
The hot desert breeze brushed against the young man’s scarf exposing some of his dark skin. He absently reclaimed the garment as the smell of sand and heat touched his nostrils, and covered himself, adjusting his goggles as he looked out over the hot plains.