Thread: The Citadel (Master_Germish X PressHeartToStart)

Good Morning Mr. Rosenthall. It is six thirty am, July 17th, Year 3124 A.D. The smooth electronic voice rang out over the apartment as the shades on the high rise window began to rise automatically. Revealing the sprawling city scape below the building. Kale groaned and rolled over to avoid the bright red light of the dying sun from piercing into his eye lids and disturbing his restful slumber. Good Morning Mr. Rosenthall. It is six thirty am, July 17th, year 3124 A.D. The voice rang out once more. Reminding Kale that he had set an alarm the night before. While he did not want to start his day, he knew he had to. Perhaps just another hour of sleep before he began his trek to the outside. MAIA, snooze. He called out from his bed with his back to the windows and his eyes still sealed shut. Good Morning Mr. Rosenthall. It is six thiry am, July 17th, Year 3124 A.D. MAIA Multi-com Artificial Intelligence Assistant repeated despite the snooze command. Kale sighed as he realized that he had specifically disabled snooze for this alarm. Today was quite important to him. He was going to The Outside and could not be spotted. With a deep breath he flipped back over to face the bright red light beaming in from his window before throwing the covers off the bed and setting foot onto the cool metallic floor. Once both feet were on the ground a soft chime was played throughout the apartment. Glad to see you awake Mr. Rosenthall, shall I get the coffee started? MAIA asked as Kale stood up from the bed and moved to his wardrobe. He stood in front of the opaque white doors before calling out. No thank you MAIA, just get the suit ready please. With that a mechanical hum could be heard behind the closet door for a few moments before the door silently slid open revealing a sharp black and white suit with a bright red tie being displayed for Kale to grab. He quickly pulled the suit from the closet and the door slid shut before he dressed himself. Sliding into the suit with ease, he moved through the apartment and went to the door. MAIA, full security today, only my biometrics are allowed in. He called out before slipping into his jet black loafers and approaching the door. A small metallic arm appeared from the ceiling and slid down before sweeping around kale. Biometrics confirmed Mr. Rosenthall, security is enabled. When do you expect to return? MAIA's cold voice echoed throughout the large empty apartment. Late. The only word that left Kale's lips before the entry door slid open silently and kale stepped out into the city known as the Citadel. The Citadel was a technical masterpiece of mankind. Surrounded by its own atmospheric shield the climate inside the walls was perfectly regulated and therefore there was no bad weather despite humanities destruction of the planet. It had occurred five hundred years ago when humanity learned how to harvest energy from the entirety of the planet. What mankind did not realize at that time was that it rapidly accelerated the lifespan of the planet and now most scientists forecasted that earth would be uninhabitable in the next 100 years. Of course, the rapid onset of the great desert was entirely unforeseen up until the last thirty years. The rapid acceleration of the planets aging went almost entirely unnoticed until the climate changed drastically in a short period of time. Covering the earth in a huge desert with unbearable heat due to the collapse of most of the ozone layer. Humanities response was The Citadel. However, maintaining a perfect city on a dying planet was not cheap. As a result the average worth of a Citadel Citizen was around five hundred billion. Money did not matter once a person was declared a citizen of the Citadel. The economy ran on merit and the fact that all citizens of the citadel paid an exorbitant tax to live there. Any job that was unsightly or deemed inappropriate for the citizens was completely automated and as a result life in the citadel was all about luxury. There were no jobs, only hobbies and interests. Kale walked out of his Apartment, known as Apt 54, one of the newer buildings in the citadel with state of the art security and technology throughout and began his journey to what he liked to call the gate. As kale walked he was careful to avoid the paths of the patrols of the Citadel's guard. That was one thing that The Citadel could not fix, humanities desire for corruption. While The Citadel was a utopian society to all its citizens it was often the target of outsiders. They despised the luxurious life of the citizens and often sought to bring it down. This was a common theme since The Citadel's inception. The Council had gotten the issue under control by using extreme surveillance technology and superior weaponry and infantry to keep the citadel extremely well guarded. It was unheard of to leave this perfect place. Due to this Kale was discreet and made sure to double back at least twice on his path before reaching the gate. A small air vent that was responsible for the climate control system of the city. Kale quietly slipped between the large metal grates, being careful to avoid the large metallic blades of the ventilation fan before reaching a quiet little shaft where a bundle of rags lay. Kale slowly and meticulously undressed before putting the rags on, being sure to put the gas mask on last to ensure his identity was hidden and that the dangerous air of the outside did not interfere with his sensitive biology of being a born citadel citizen. Once he was dressed in the outsiders rags he began his trek through the air vents before finally coming to a small crack in the shaft and squeezing through it. Kale was quickly submerged in complete darkness for what seemed like a good ten minutes before he emerged on the other side of the wall. A huge megalithic structure that stood thousands of feet tall and was virtually impenetrable save for the large gates that the guards used for their attacks and patrol of the surrounding area. Kale took a deep breath and began his trek to what looked like a rock formation, but as he got closer he smirked, seeing that his grav-bike was still parked there and camouflaged well. He jumped on, kick started the bike and took off towards the nearest outsider city, a mere hundred miles west of the citadel.