Wrecked Glyder: A Short Story

The air is so dry, and I am running out of water. I have to trek this whole thing on my own, its a good things that I have my electric fan with me and the fact that most things are either charged by solar power or a battery that never hardly depletes, but all of that doesn’t matter in scientific advancement if I don’t have any freaking water to drink. Why wouldn’t they make something that could pull water from the air so that we can all survive. well probably because that is also finite, this whole thing used to be filled with water but now all I have to do is walk, ugh how primitive.

The Roamer was shot out of the sky from his glyder, a mid size ship that would be perfectly fit but he decided to get close to the sands just to see the patters and see if he could scope out any - another persons trash is another's treasures - He knew that would be risky and right he was, he hates that his intuition is accurate much of the time and feels that he should trust it more.

Fuck why is it so dry! and now I have to walk to find this stupid hover board, the freaking defense systems can’t even tell the difference of a citizens glyder and a gliding beast.

As he was crashing down and activating the emergency landing protocols, most of his things fell out of the hatch as it bumped on the ground, his hover board that is also solar powered that would get him back to the compound in one full day rather than 30 mins by air was thrown off somewhere along the crash course. He backtracks the course and with the fan mode activated on his personal comm device, he sent out a signal for distress and there is someone on their way to the crash site but he is determined on getting his board back. One thing about him he is persistent, hence why he wanted to get a close look in general, couldn’t leave well enough alone. He voices something to his comm device. See if we are in range to start tracking the board.

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The device beeps, and then beeps again to remind him that it is time to feed is virtual pet. “At least he loves me, all code and unconditional” he says. There is finally a signal that is being picked up after a long 20 mins in the heat and dry air. He can’t help but wonder about the time before the drought and what it must have been like to hustle all that time, no time to even think about the irreversible damage humans were causing to the planet as they were to busy trying to make the system work for them, hustle-hangry the historians called the people of the 21st century. As he finished his final distance to the board, he is reminded of the stories he would read, well listen to via audio and literary webpages, about the physical effort that humans needed to do just to find themselves unfulfilled and taken advantage of bigger systems that became too powerful and by the time you reached the age of wisdom your social capitol was gone. He gets to his board, and sighs, both to express gratitude that humans are no longer in that societal circumstance and disappointment because where they are now could be said to be worse; because all the resources are basically gone. But hey no heavy oversight anymore. “was it simpler then, or simpler now?” he mumbles to himself in response to his thoughts as he attempts to swipe the sand from the hover board. His comm device beeps, communication coming in, the defense system management is at the Roamer-glyder and need finger print authorization to start repairs. “Fuck!” he yells out loud. He voices back, “be there in about 5 mins” he gets on the board and stats to ride.