storyteller: hersh

Imagine a World Where a Creative Future Becomes a Reality

A jumbo quad-jet swoops low on final for Genmania International Airport. Touching down roughly on the runway, it’s immediately greeted by a runway taxi robot. A colossal wind deafens the innovative city, the rain pelting down from the dim, gloomy and pitch black sky. Inside the terminal, a million airport service buggies lingered, each going their own programmed way.

On the other side of Genmania, electrical cars soared high above the city, their motors roaring through the midnight sky. Its windows boasted its shiny glisten. Abruptly, a vivid green light pierced through the night sky, illuminating even the darkest side of Genmania.  Subsequently, the city quickly got bombarded by rain. Despite looking like standard rain that  Genmania would occasionally get, complaints that the raindrops were scorching hot became more and more recognized. That explained why there were no clouds in the sky.

A rising fiery star unfurled a red colour across the sky, as falcons dived across the sunrise at far-fetched and bizarre speeds. Down underground, powered bin carts travelled across platforms picking up rubbish to and fro and distributing them to colossal subterranean landfills. Back up on ground level, mini rat-like sensors examined each and every automobile and their speeds, like a shark scanning for a sea lion. All of a sudden, the sensors beeped madly, as it checked the speed of an enemy fighter jet so incredibly low, that the sensors thought it was one dazzling car. That wasn’t it, because that fighter jet was followed by twenty others. The sensor couldn't handle the speed and broke down instantly. Genmania was under attack.

Portable robot air-conditioners shattered into flames. Food delivery drones inevitably plummeted to the ground. Genmania very quickly filled with a smokey burning scent, as well hearing loud gunshots being fired everywhere you could ever imagine. There were also cold chocolate fountains blasting milk everywhere after being shot on the supply pipes. Everyone thought that was it for the city, but Genmania wasn't going down that easy. It still had one very clever trick up its sleeve. Out of the blue, broken parts from demolished machines that had been shot all constructed itself to assemble one heck of a robot. The enemies had wet their pants.

Huge reinforcement callouts filled the cockpits of the fighter jets, and they scurried back home, where they belong. Fire trucks blasted special chemicals that flooded the city, flames extinguishing before you could say ‘HELP!’. Genmania was again, under control after a nail-biting night, all thanks to a creative future that became a reality. Even the clouds scooted away, giving way to the bright sun. It was all over.

The future cannot exist without some reality.

Storyteller: Hersh

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