At night, guard shifts are organized to protect us from wild animals and prowlers.
Our rest time is short. Each of us is awakened by a signal that enters through his kopavi and shatters his dream. Then we open our eyes and discern in the firmament the blue star that stands out clearly from the others.
We get up, dress in haste and quickly perform the morning rituals.
Then we set off with gusto in the direction of the star that points the way.
As dawn fades, the star fades and is replaced by a cloud in the shape of a slowly gliding boat.
In the hottest hours we stop, as it's impossible for us and the mules to keep moving.
But we make as much progress as possible, climbing bare mountains, skirting rivers, crossing endless meadows.
For we must not miss the rendezvous set by Sotuknang, Master of Ceremonies.
As my feet hit the ground, sinking into the mules' tracks, I keep thinking of my sweet Chosposi.
Alas, we were unable to tune our kopavis because we are not yet married. Otherwise we would have been able to talk to each other through the air.
And I could have told my love to Chosposi.
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The New World
Science FictionIn the future, most people have been implanted in their brains since childhood. The implanted chip allows everybody to connect to the Networks as a simple operation of thought. Long time ago, occurred a terrible catastrophe called the Big Holocaust:...
