Unfair [Alejandra, Ritsuko]
Nov 25, 2019 22:32:55 GMT
Post by Alejandra Leblanc on Nov 25, 2019 22:32:55 GMT
Aleja banged her forehead on the small coffee table. "Are you serious?" she said, her voice muffled in between her hands. Once again her e-book reader went through the default splash screen and started reeboting, without her having touched a thing. She shook her head and grabbed the damn reader, watching it cycle through the reboot process with a pouty face. It only took a few seconds - but those seconds, they did feel like minutes. It was supposed to be just that: a quick coffee by the train station and a nice book; apparently her electronics didn't agree to that.
When the reader finally did boot up, her eyes fell on the timestamp. She immediately stood up, almost flipping the table and everything on it in the process, and made haste towards the trains. She was terribly late and thankful to her past self for paying for the coffee in advance.
The train station was big enough for her to get lost, so she constantly had to rely on the digital signs scattered across the corridors to get to the right platform. Go left, go right, then right again; down the stairs, right, up the stairs. Her platform was notoriously difficult to reach, but that one time it felt like she was just running in circles.
After a few more turns, a dead end. Before her, only the glass doors of a modern elevator. She didn't remember having to use an elevator to get anywhere, but if the signs had guided her to that place - she thought - then it must've been the right path. As she approached the elevator, she noticed a message above the button that read: "Please provide identification." Weird, she said to herself, but maybe it was a new thing; she wasn't really accustomed to how fast Japan moved in terms of technology and innovation, and to her that was nothing but the latest gig for elevators.
Despite such request, the glass doors opened on their own. Again, no problem at all. Alejandra stepped in; as she heard the glass doors close behind her, she felt quite regretful.
That was the slowest elevator ride of her life. Either that, or her platform had been moved hundreds of meters below. After a minute or so, she attempted to unlock her reader again - maybe she could read a few pages - only to find the display stuck on a particular image: a rendering of the Nazca lines, in particular the Nazca Spider. Alejandra always loved the Nazca lines; so mysterious and undecipherable, so incredibly vast compared to other constructions of their supposed period. To her, they represented some sort of an alien gift - as if she could think herself an alien just by being born next to them. An alien, yes: after all, she never felt she could fit in any kind of group, be it her classmates, or her family, or whatever else.
The glass doors opened again after what felt like an eternity. The place was unrecognizable: trains were fitted on rails in a circular pattern around the base of the elevator shaft. Definitely the wrong floor, she thought as she tried to press almost every button to get back up; her mashing didn't bear any result.
On the verge of freaking out, she stepped outside only to hear the doors close behind her again - she turned and stared at the elevator disappearing in the darkness above, in total disbelief.
When the reader finally did boot up, her eyes fell on the timestamp. She immediately stood up, almost flipping the table and everything on it in the process, and made haste towards the trains. She was terribly late and thankful to her past self for paying for the coffee in advance.
The train station was big enough for her to get lost, so she constantly had to rely on the digital signs scattered across the corridors to get to the right platform. Go left, go right, then right again; down the stairs, right, up the stairs. Her platform was notoriously difficult to reach, but that one time it felt like she was just running in circles.
After a few more turns, a dead end. Before her, only the glass doors of a modern elevator. She didn't remember having to use an elevator to get anywhere, but if the signs had guided her to that place - she thought - then it must've been the right path. As she approached the elevator, she noticed a message above the button that read: "Please provide identification." Weird, she said to herself, but maybe it was a new thing; she wasn't really accustomed to how fast Japan moved in terms of technology and innovation, and to her that was nothing but the latest gig for elevators.
Despite such request, the glass doors opened on their own. Again, no problem at all. Alejandra stepped in; as she heard the glass doors close behind her, she felt quite regretful.
That was the slowest elevator ride of her life. Either that, or her platform had been moved hundreds of meters below. After a minute or so, she attempted to unlock her reader again - maybe she could read a few pages - only to find the display stuck on a particular image: a rendering of the Nazca lines, in particular the Nazca Spider. Alejandra always loved the Nazca lines; so mysterious and undecipherable, so incredibly vast compared to other constructions of their supposed period. To her, they represented some sort of an alien gift - as if she could think herself an alien just by being born next to them. An alien, yes: after all, she never felt she could fit in any kind of group, be it her classmates, or her family, or whatever else.
The glass doors opened again after what felt like an eternity. The place was unrecognizable: trains were fitted on rails in a circular pattern around the base of the elevator shaft. Definitely the wrong floor, she thought as she tried to press almost every button to get back up; her mashing didn't bear any result.
On the verge of freaking out, she stepped outside only to hear the doors close behind her again - she turned and stared at the elevator disappearing in the darkness above, in total disbelief.
