Thread: -=The Sky Moves Sideways=- (Zombie and Count)

Being the hero, having fame and fortune, becoming rough, living life, bringing down the oppressing government, running away from home, getting to know the universe, inheriting the business, what was this kid really about? He had just enrolled into a pirate ship, found in one of the many underground pubs next to the interstellar bay of the Moon. Yes people actually lived on the Moon, the garage of the Earth. Earth was full of rich people now a days, to live there meant you had enough to buy a piece of it, which over the years grew to be more of a luxury than a need. Why live in your own home when the business or the industry offered a bed and food in the same place you worked? Well, that's exactly what Heinz didn't want. A normal life. An accumulation of generations of desperation all swollen ready to burst into this man's... or boy's little humble spirit. If you even believed in a spirit now a days. The lack of a god-figure corrupted the human race into a stale cookie, or flat soda, which ever you feel is worse, not my choice if you'd ask me, but hey, you're not. Oliver Heinz was a 19 year old, school drop out. He was going to graduate in a few weeks a genius move on his behalf, but for some reason, he didn't feel like it was the way to go. Something inside of him yearned for an adventure, something to grow. The worst part was that his parents were okay with it, or rather, he had been misunderstood, as the parents were too busy watching their favorite series, Radioactive Toy, while he asked them. They didn't see him in any business school, or anything other than hard work, so he might as well be out there doing something different. Being a pirate now a days was something that had changed of the centuries. It was now understood as a bounty for the market, getting freelance jobs done, even if it meant things had to get dirty. Most pirates captains were friend's of senators or big authorities giving them diplomatic immunity. The pirate business though was the unofficial name, for the clean market and for the press he was just part of a freelancing company. Come on Jinx! He said as he stepped between a high pile of boxes that red in bright LED lights 'TO MARS'. The lens over the moon dispersed the sun's glow to give the same sunny effect it gave on the Earth, not that Oliver knew anything about the Earth. He looked at his forearm, which was covered by a large metal plate, with three lines across it. Pressing the first one, it lit green and showed him the time. He was twenty minutes early to the meeting, where all the new recruits would be picked up. Jinx was his iPet, fictional yet living and responding form of life, as the robotic activist called it, claiming that robots had a conscious on a level we could never understand. All mumbo jumbo to Oliver, he just had it because charging it was cheaper than feeding a real life pet, and real animals were so expensive these days. Jinx was a red panda model, it had 20TB of multimedia files, had a videophone capability, and hypernet connection. Oliver had tweaked him a little to be able to do stuff it wasn't supposed to, but he kept that a secret most of the time. Jinx seemed like a real animal though, except for when he responded in a mid polyphonic tone, I'm going... jeez! Oliver looked back, having his backpack on with all his clothing, everything else was either on his wrist, or with Jinx, or already on him. He sighed as he sat on a couch on the street. The moon lacked any type of weather other than perfect weather and snow for the holidays, so it became a very relaxing place for the few who escaped the clutches of the industrial or business life. The Dark Side of the Moon was the real wicked part full of night clubs for all public, it was really the adult play ground of the Inner Solar System. They called it Laz Veigas II, for some reason he never knew. His head looking up at the sky above, watching the fake clouds roll, as ships appeared all around the dock. Shipments, cargo, workers and robots were going all around. It was a busy place, in which he grew around and knew quite well.