Darklandia by T. Welti

Author:T. Welti [Welti, T.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Adult, Fantasy, Science Fiction, Horror, Young Adult, teen, Futuristic, Post-apocalyptic, Dystopian, false utopian, t.s. welti, utopian
ISBN: 9781479280520
Publisher: Blackhill Publishing
Published: 2012-10-20T00:00:00+00:00

After Nyx and Hispa spoke briefly about the mathematical algorithm on the touchscreen, while I composed myself in the corner of her office, he led me down the corridor again toward the elevator. The health specialists paid us no mind, which made me wonder how often Nyx brought people here for the “grand tour”.

“There is only one stop on our tour today,” Nyx said, as he stabbed the elevator call button. “Level 17.”

“What’s on Level 17?”

The doors slid open and I entered behind him.

“I’m going to show you what a purified human looks like,” he replied, as he punched the number seventeen.

My stomach twisted inside me as I imagined what I would find on Level 17: humans with half their heads missing.

“Are you all right?” Nyx asked, as the elevator came to a stop.

I nodded my head, trying to shake loose the gruesome image. “I’m fine,” I said, as we stepped out into yet another corridor.

“Okay, when you see what I’m about to show you, you’re not going to believe it, but I need you to promise me you won’t make a scene,” he said, as he guided me briskly toward an iron gate that blocked off the entrance to another corridor. “No matter how unbelievable it is, you cannot yell or scream. You have to stay quiet. Do you understand?”

I nodded as he scanned his sec-band and the blue flash was followed by the clack of the lock. The gate swung open and quickly shut behind us after we entered. We turned a corner onto another darker corridor, this one lined with dozens of doors. Nyx stopped at the first door on the right. He scanned his sec-band again and the door slid open. He placed his hand on the small of my back to usher me inside.

The door slid shut behind us closing us inside what appeared to be a grimy concrete prison cell with no bed or toilet. The cell was empty except for a single pod.

“I thought you were going to show me someone who’s been purified,” I said. “There’s no one here.”

“Have a seat,” he said, pointing at the open pod.

The once glossy white surface of the pod was smudged with dirt and other filth I didn’t want to speculate on. The fabric that covered the gel-cushioned seat, the armrests, and the leg-rests was frayed and worn thin. With no toilet in this cell, I didn’t want to imagine what kind of foul mishaps had occurred inside this pod.

“I’m not getting in there.”

“Then we’ll leave,” he said, and he immediately made for the door behind me.

“Wait.”

He stopped next to me and a strange feeling filled me; my skin tingled as I breathed his scent. That must be what soap smelled like. He gazed down at me and, though he was at most five inches taller than I, he was a giant in this room. He knew everything I wanted to know; yet, he refused to force this knowledge on me. This was my choice.

I sat in the pod and willed myself to ignore the musty scent as the gel cushion conformed to my torso.

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