THE HOLOGRAM BREEDING HAS NOW BEGUN, COVERING THE SPACE OF THE ENTIRE ROOM (AS THE ROOM WAS EMPTIED BY ITS LATEST TRANSFORMATION AND MORPHING) THERE IS NOW AMPLE SPACE FOR THESE BEAUTIFUL GRAPHIC HOLOGRAPHS TO TAKE OVER. FROM WITHIN THE WALLS, AS THE KYLES AND SYNRIE WATCH THIS LIFE-LIKE CLIP, THEY FEEL AS IF THEY ARE IN A DEEP SLUMBER, ENJOYING A DREAM.
There's a young juvenile Zenith who'd be around his pre-teens now. He is sitting in a class which resembles a chemistry lab from today's time.
The looks are not cunning, just a sober innocent face, his hair are straight (falling on the forehead), straight black hair with a tint of brown, they are trimmed to the neck, not falling lower than it. His eyes are big but cute and he is wearing a royal blue crop top and lowers with a dope pair of sneakers. He looks happily satisfied.
The lab is filled with holograms; (just the way the texture of a hologram is bleaker in a movie or graphic story, these holograms are clearly differentiable from the humans in the reel, i.e, though witnessing a holographic, Jon and his friends can still identify the holograms in the lab as their texture in the hologram breeding is shown comparatively bleaker. Their texture is somewhat lighter.
Zenith is indeed learning to design holograms. However, as he looks outside to take inspiration from the nature for a good hologram even though he is asked to make a hologram of himself; his eyes lay at a butter paper stuck inside a frame, he walks towards it. This frame is used to imprint things on t-shirts, much like a word is there for them but they were used way back in the past.
Zenith reads similar information on hologram next to it explaining how crafting something with the threaded needle on the butter paper, then placing a paper under the frame and then rubbing black color on the butter paper can imprint a type of design.
Zenith looks around, there is indeed a bucket of black color and a box of thread and needle lying on the showpiece desk. he walks nearer to survey at the bucket.
"You like them?" asks the voice of a girl from behind him, she must be in her late teenage. She wears an oversized cum loose cherry red unbuttoned sweater over a light-yellow t-shirt and faded denims, the lower button of her sweater is buttoned, which is a weird fashion.
Innocence subdued over her face with a cute smile, she has a very glowing and fair complexion and seems to have a gaiety nature, acne covering a subliminal part of her cheeks.
Zenith observes her, her hands folded in the front and a big smile on her face, her golden-brown hair folded into an untidy braid and her legs shaking out of happiness. "Unfortunately, I need to take it away" she tells.
"I'm sorry, who're you?" asks Zenith. The girl bends down to up the tray on which the bucket has been placed, Zenith didn't realize about the tray's existence. The tray is nearly invisible, and the craft stuff had been kept on this tray since long. The girl leaves Zenith bemused and now he has sent one of his ant holograms behind her to check on the girl.
Zenith has a black pad covering the side of his neck, this pad has a blue sensor light which enables him mobile control over the holograms. However, someone destroys his hologram with a laser gun. It's their supervisor.
"What was that Zenith, kid?" bellows the lady supervisor. "Sorry" he bows and starts walking back to his seat. Till then, the bell rings and the class get dismissed soon after. Zenith fortunately gets the opportunity to ask this queer girl a few questions.
Over a bridge with two big rusty bronze teleporting rings, a light amount of people are mobilizing themselves. Suddenly, Zenith appears at the bridge out of nowhere.
"At those times teleporters were barely available in market, he was rich so he had them", Synrie loves giving out such trivia.
Zenith looks around and spots the girl. She is walking around empty handed, Zenith furtively pursues her as she brings out a coin to teleport herself, along with the coin, she is holding a white tag with a gold italic letter strip, as the girl's body starts to vanish, A little fly sits on her shoulder.
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