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He Stole a BikeHe ate the burrito. It wasn't something he was used to, but it would have to serve as a lunch. He wasn't used to the shack he had rented to stay at, either. But he'd have to, if only for a little while. He sighed. Things might be looking up after all these years.
Speaking of years, the year was 2038. He was currently in what was formerly called Mexico. Now it was simply part of the Northwest Republic. Suddenly, he saw two men in black suits, red ties, and white shirts. He sighed. Why are there always two of them?
Drooping his burrito, he ran. One of the men saw him and sprinted. If it was a chase they wanted, he was happy to comply. Finding an unused bicycle, he grabbed it and rode as fast as possible. Looks like he wouldn't be staying for long.
On the Human RaceThe human race, also known by their scientific homo sapien, has been under harsh scrutiny ever since it has gained the tiniest amount of awareness of its own existence. This scrutiny is well justified, but can be disproved.
Humans seem to destroy everything they touch. Simply look at what theyve done to their planet. The humans have raped and carved out their Earth to such a degree that they can barely survive without overtaking every non-toxic molecule with poisonous filth. However, didnt we go through the very same process? Thousands of years ago, we began polluting our planet with the same basic toxins filling their air today. I believe that this pollution may simply be a phase. They will find a better way, just as we did.
According to some experts, homo sapiens are naturally violent. I happen to disagree. Though things may appear as such during the current timeframe (among others), this violence seems to be rooted more within the current so
How It Began"God, your two o'clock is here."
"I have a two o'clock?"
"He's been here since 7:45. I figured it's only polite to... sir."
God sighed. "Fine, send him in."
While He waited God cleared His desk of papers and blueprints; no need for outsiders to see His plans. Soon enough the door to His office opened and God stood, smiled, held out a hand towards one of the two visitor's chairs.
"God! Great stuff you're doing in sector 2-7-0! Great stuff!"
The man's hands were clammy, his handshake limp. Rumpled suit, porkpie hat, briefcase... oh Jes-- oh dear, a salesman. God's smile slipped a little but He soldiered on gamely. With luck He could shoo the poor guy away in a few minutes.
"So, what can I do for you?"
The man sat, briefcase across his knees. "Sector 2-7-0! Everyone's talking about it! What do you call it? Man and merman?"
"Man and woman, actually. And thanks. But we're pretty busy around here, and..."
"Oh! Right! No time for the wicked, eh?" The salesman winked and popped his briefcase,
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