Day one in Mars. Their space port is very strict... especially when you aren't with the royal family.
The streets of Mars is dark and silent. It's a strange silence, cut by discriminating murmurs and criticizing glances. I am moving slowly because misbehavior is a violence. They send you straight to the dungeon... Everybody is so thin and weak-looking. For the first time in my life, I'm actually conscious about my weight. I feel like a trapped giant. This place compels me to go on a diet. The streets are almost empty. I guess Martians only come out when they need to. But there are a couple of people starring at me from their windows... It's making me blush. I know I am worth gossiping about, since I'm a walking stinky, dirty beggar boy.... But, so far, no one is throwing me out. I guess Mars is not all that bad.
It's a little bit creepy, though. Overhead, there are a lot of flying robots, looking down at me as if they, too, gossip. That on the left is a picture of the robots. I recall Elie talking about those things, and I think they're called M.O.T.H.E.R.s... I don't know what it stands for, but I do know that they are the ones who go under labor and give birth to babies...Weird...
They are quite stunning, actually.
I guess I will be sleeping out tonight.
Day Fifty Two : February 23, 2010 : Tuesday
I received a warning from two knights (Martian Policemen), early in the morning. It appears that sleeping out in the open world is prohibited. Their knights are robots and they seem to recognize me from when I last visited Princess Elie. It's lucky of me, I guess. I don't exactly plan on ending up in prison again...
With the help of the knights, I figured out where I am. I am at the center of Mars... And that means the castle is somewhere Northeast from me. I better avoid that path. Also, the center happens to be where the extremely rich people reside. The knight suggested I head over to the castle or to the serf's place, where my look fits... I'm not even trying to pull this whole beggar boy thingo.
But I did as he said, because he's big and made of metal. And he has this big, freaky demanding voice. So over at the serf's place, there are only two or three robots tops (The rich people's place is crawling with androids). The people are (quite) nice... And they're very neat. Like, OCD neat. They don't even look poor. Mars' standards of 'poor' is beyond my pocket could carry...
I was desperate for a place to stay at. I really don't intend to meet with that freaky knight again. I was in luck! I walked in an open door in one of the small houses, and a pretty girl welcomed me. Her voice was sweet and her smile was comforting. It made me feel at home. When I asked if I could sleep for the night, she gave me a funny look... Like she was about to refuse. (Well, I guess it isn't proper to let a stranger--a male, at that--sleep under the same roof with a pretty girl.) And then her father came in and beat me up with a club. Oh my pigeon, I've never been so bruised in my life before. I yelped and screeched and cried out of pain. And I begged for him to stop! He didn't listen. And then is daughter begged him to stop. And then he listened.
When I asked if I could stay for the night, he lifted that club and almost charged at me. That was when I decided to run out of the house.
I ended up at this somewhat big and able cafe. They agree to let me stay the night if I work as a waiter. That I accepted nobly. I already worked as a waiter with Vanilla. And I'd really do anything just to have a place to sleep at. Really.
No comments:
Post a Comment
comment away :-)