Project Magenta - Chapter 1 preview sample

Project Magenta - Chapter 1 preview sample

Alecia navigated the bustling streets of Los Angeles on a crisp February morning. It was unremarkable in its simplicity, like many other mornings that she’d experienced, thanks to the perfect life that society afforded her in 2189. The megacity had grown beyond anything that her great-grandparents could have imagined, covering more than half the state of California. The city’s size was due in large part to the economic growth and advancements of the last 100 years. The city’s skyline towered over Alecia’s short, naturally blonde but pink-dyed hair with metal, glass, and concrete spires reaching for the sky. Every apartment building had at least one community greenhouse unit, tenants found it much easier to pay rent when there was no danger of going hungry. Tall greenhouse skyscrapers, called produce towers, made sure that supermarkets always had a supply of fresh, locally grown produce. Impossibly suspended roads and bridges filled the airspace above and between the gray and glass buildings, while a variety of sky-bound vehicles zipped by; flying cars, cargo trucks, hover bikes, and something that Alecia thought looked like a cross between a helicopter and a praying mantis. All manner of flying vehicles flitted from building to building, other citizens rushing to work to start their day. Alecia had always believed she was born at the best time in history, and this cityscape reaffirmed her belief.
As she strolled towards a massive rectangular building, windowless with uninviting concrete walls, the Project Magenta Compound, Alecia's vibrant magenta spiked bangs caught the attention of a passerby. Another citizen walking about their business, shirtless with a leather harness, pants, head covering hood complete with gas mask and combat boots. He was likely stumbling home from a late night at a local fetish club. The leather-clad stranger leered at Alecia, looking up and down, making sure that the nodding of his pale bald head conveyed an appreciation for how Alecia’s burgundy leggings and gray hoodie worn over her pale pink t-shirt complemented her athletic, hourglass frame. It was clear that she was a woman who took pride in her appearance. In his appreciation of Alecia’s passing body, the stranger failed to notice a small cluster of garbage sitting right next to one of the automated garbage receptacles that lined the pedestrian walkway. The stranger’s foot landed mid-pile and slid. Glancing over her shoulder, it appeared that her admirer had stepped in a large bag of dog shit. Without losing momentum, Alecia turned her head away, back toward the waiting security gate of Project Magenta, chuckling. The leather-clad stranger cursed his luck loudly to no one in particular, looking for something to scrape his boots clean with. 
It was days like this that justified Alecia’s vibrant exterior and made her feel like all of her past struggles in life had been worth it, for lack of a more nuanced term.
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