Disconnected by Crystal Gates

Author:Crystal Gates
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: dystopian, futuristic world, futuristic romance, enlightenment romance, dystopian romance, Sci fi romance, sci fi spiritual love, dystopian revolution
Publisher: Crystal Gates
Published: 2022-03-04T00:00:00+00:00

His body shook with fury and he let out a wail that he was sure could be heard clear down the lane. But it didn't matter. No one would care.

PART 2

SAL ANITA REFUGE

THE NEW ARRIVAL

You can run from the shadow of another, but you cannot run from your own.

-Master Fjeld

Abraham sat in the lotus position on the edge of a well-worn meditation cushion in the main room of the refuge. His eyes were shut. As always, he wore his faded indigo robe. It was a simple garment for a simple life; well-cared for and yet showing its age. His fine curly brown hair was tied back loosely, hanging far down his back. He was clean shaven, as all the trainees were.

He was glad to be alone. The Sal Anita Refuge was quiet and empty. No conversations interrupted him from other rooms. No coughing. No clearing of throats. No clanking of dishes being washed. It was so peaceful. It always seemed to him that during his solitary stretches, he was able to make a lot of progress with his meditations. The absence of external distractions highlighted his own mental activity, so that he could see it more clearly and confront it.

He was attempting to empty his mind of compulsive thoughts about the chores he still needed to complete, when a low tone sounded from a speaker mounted to one of the walls. He opened his light brown eyes and looked across the room at the three video feed screens. He saw the movement on the screen to the left. A man carrying something passed the outer defense camera. It was his first warning of three that someone approached. He sighed. He wished he still had at least one more day.

But he didn't. It was time.

Abraham stood and stretched. The refuge consisted of hand-hewn stone corridors in the shape of the letter H. A series of small rooms had been chiseled out from the passageways. Only one door provided an exit at the long end of one wider passage. The place had the feel of a military bunker, and perhaps had been one in long-ago days when people had populated most of the earth. Presently, it served a very different purpose.

Only a few small decorations graced the walls. A colorful woven textile. An old-style photograph of a house and garden in a black frame. A few hooks protruded from the walls here and there to hold brooms and other practical items. The furnishings and appliances were sparse. The main room featured a burnt orange couch, a large white screen, shelves, a threadbare rug, and a scraggly potted plant. Hanging from the ceilings throughout, were energy saving bulbs, which produced artificial sunlight. It was a very humble place, suited to its simple purposes. Its true value, however, was the privacy and freedom it provided.

He walked across the room, turning down the connecting passage to the north corridor. He stopped in front of familiar green double doors. He went inside. The room seemed fresh enough.

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