The Xylok's Daughter (Prologue, 1st Chapter)PrologueThe Xylok's Daughter (Prologue, 1st Chapter)2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
A mysterious crystal remained in a complex laboratory of machinery, with many computer screens that showed patterns of a strange fashion.
"They're reacting to it," the voice of one of the scientists whispered from behind glass. "Whenever it goes near technology, the technology begins to respond in a way it wouldn't usually."
"Where did the geologists find it again?" another scientist asked.
"They say it came from the outside of Earth's crust," a third voice replied.
The fourth scientist watched the computers as the neon colours flickered across the screens. The crystal shone in the light, leaving the scientist in a reverie for quite a while, until returning to reality after hearing the voices of his colleagues.
"Are there other specimen we could maybe test on?" he chipped in.
The first scientist shook his head. "If there were, they would be too far underground for any of our equipment to reach for," he murmured. "However, there have been rumours of one being found before this
The Xylok's Daughter (Chapter Three)It is now the fifteen minute break, which Rani has told me occurs every day at the school. We sit at a wooden bench under a parasol, set up outdoors. The trees blow in the soft breeze, as the leaves fly across the air. The cloud count is around 6 Oktas, meaning a good probability rain may be summoned by the clouds sometime this afternoon. Whilst taking in this information, I sense somebody approaching behind us.The Xylok's Daughter (Chapter Three)2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
"Hey. Ok if I come and sit with you girlies?"
Rani and I turn around. There stands a male, of our year group, with dark skin and warm, brown eyes. He smiles with almost perfect teeth, and even though he has not yet received permission to join us, he climbs onto the bench anyway.
"No, of course not," Rani retorts, sarcastically. "Yes, come on. Sit down."
The boy continues to wear his exaggerated grin, and his attention switches to me. "New girl, yeah? 'Heard you called old Rhinoceros Man a fool in Social. Aww, maaaan - don't want to get on his bad side. You're not going to hear
The Xylok's Daughter (Chapter Four)"First day at school - spill the beans!" Bronwyn tells me as we stop at another set of traffic lights. At first, I have a slight misapprehension of what she was trying to say, then it comes to me that to 'spill the beans' is human slang, meaning to 'confide a secret'.The Xylok's Daughter (Chapter Four)1 year ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
"A day of difference," I retort, holding on tightly to my seatbelt as the light turns green again.
"Made any friends?"
The scenery is a blur that passes our transport, teenagers promenading home with their select group of colleagues. Houses of unique shapes and sizes flash past my sight, along with the occasional foliage. Having red vision partly covered in red numerical thoughts does not be of help when I am viewing my surroundings as if an everyday mortal, by reason of having everything I look at bury into a profile of the brain in scrutinization.
I return to the reality of Earth upon hearing of Bronwyn's voice. "Yes?"
"I said, "have you made any friends yet?""
Rani and Clyde pass the window, chucking the puddle
The Xylok's Daughter (Chapter Two)The weekend has come and gone swiftly, and the time has finally come to enter a zoo of adolescent hominids.The Xylok's Daughter (Chapter Two)2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Bronwyn was the first to find my uniform beneath the letterbox Saturday morning, and forced me to get into it almost immediately. I attempted to mask the cuts and grazes that covered my skin from breaking free of confinement in The London Underground Laboratory not that long ago. The clothing consisted of a dark green blazer, with a dark green skirt to match and white blouse, a stripped green tie around my neck, green socks and black shoes which Bronwyn had brought me when she had finished her work-shift. It was not the baddest outfit I had seen in my lifetime, but I found it not very comfortable.
Said adoptive mother drived me to school in her Renault Scenic at the week's start, and tried to give me what is known as 'a peck on the cheek' before I departed from her side. I make a bad attempt at not recoiling. There is not a single way in this universe I would ever let a human do