Wednesday, May 7, 2014

(Prose) - Sink Deep Down (A*STAR IHPC Science Chronicles 2008 Entry)

Sink Deep Down

The year was 2030.  Nothing else much can be said.  Rising temperatures and water levels were in the norm now, frequently flashing across the headlines in big red blocks of words.  As the bright orange sun share across the South Pole through the thick grey fog of greenhouse gases, a distinct cracking sound could be heard as sediments of slushy ice plopped down into the black sea.  Then, as so many Geodesists had predicted centuries ago, the icebergs gave way.

*Three centuries later *

Far below the deepest seas, the ruins of the once great human race lay strewn across the sea bed, now part of the coral that was probably millions of years old.  However, all was not lost as a faint light could be seen from a distance.  Enclosed in a transparent layer of a bubble-like substance that stretched approximately about 300 miles long, what contained inside it was a sight to behold.  Tall buildings that were over hundreds of stones hig rose like great stone pillars above the crowd of flying vehicles, or ‘choppers’ as they were called.  In between the buildings, sever ‘drive-thru’ stalls stacked high on top of one another, bright flashy advertisements shown on several mini screens which were hung on the front of the stall.  However what was the most noticeable building was the tallest and largest of them all: the screen control building.  Inside, several humans scurried to and fro from one room to another.  No mistake was allowed to be made in here: One tiny flaw in the system could result in the collapsing of the screen that protected them and would cause to cease the entire human race.  Inside the pressure gauge room, a delighted Leo beamed as a bell rang through the PA system, signaling lunch break.  Relieved to be out of the boring room, he skipped his way out through the metal door.  Little did he know as the all the arrows on the meters rose simultaneously.  Outside, a small distinct crack formed onto the screen, as drop by drop the sea came in.

On his red chopper, Leo grinned as he slowly accelerated through the tragic, swerving in and out of a crowd of angry and irritated drivers.  He had just bought this chopper a month ago, when he got his first pay-cheque.  It was a red ‘W8S-01’, fitted together with twin thrusters and a metallic finish.  Beating the traffic light, he speeded over towards his favourite Chinese take-away shop.  Driving through, he greeted the shop keeper with a ‘Ni hao!’ and ordered a box of fried rice.  Directly above him, the crack grew ever longer, as growing droplets of water pelted the roof of the shop, unbeknownst to anyone.

Wiping his lips free of the remains of his lunch with a napkin, Leo opened the steel door of the pressure gauge room, contented.  He was greeted with numerous angry and anxious beeping from the meters.  Immediately on the a lot, Leo rushed to the controls, trying hard to prevent the pressure from rising while contacting the main control at the same time.  The pressure was dangerously high.  Leo felt his hands gone cold as helplessness drawn upon him. It was already too late.  High above the screen broke with a crack, as a huge column of water crashed mercilessly onto the highway below, immediately devouring everything in its path.  As Leo rushed towards the escape pods, he turned back and found a huge wave of water coming straight for him…

The sky was surprising clear as the endless block sea shore furiously from the rays of the sun.  With pop, a sphere pod burst through the waves.  With a hiss, the top opened and Leo faced the sight of sky for what seemed like the first time of his life.  Scanning round, he tried to no avail in wiping his tears away.  It was his fault.  Everyone was gone, and only he was left.  He opened his mouth and from his dry throat, a cry of anguish sounded through the ocean.

Took me some effort to dig this piece out, as I didn't have a copy in my hard drive or computer. I eventually found it in my old email Sentbox, haha. This piece was adapted from a composition I did earlier in primary school (when I was about 11 years old, for those who don't know Singapore's education system), and submitted for the Science Chronicles Competition, an annual science fiction anthology for students in Singapore. Here was my entry back in 2008, and again, I didn't make it. : /

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