The Awakened
PROLOGUE:
It was difficult for me to choose a “place.” My typical creative hubs are my bedroom, my car, my boat... anywhere I can sit in silence and be left alone to think. But those just didn’t seem to be it. They were places, alright, but not the place. So, frustrated, I did what I always do when things just aren’t going my way—I read. And there was my answer, right between the pages of a book. My place is in fiction. It’s not a place in the traditional sense, but it is a place I go for inspiration. A place to hide away and wait for the creativity to boil.
My Twitterive is fiction, quite obviously. The story took several weeks to compose, most of it brought to life by my observations. I saw a girl on campus so involved in texting that she careened straight into a boy walking in the opposite direction. I held an entire “conversation” with my brother before he looked up from his computer screen and said “what?” So I began to mull over ideas about an obsession with technology. I blew what I saw out of proportion. I asked myself what would happen if we completely forgot about the outside world. I created a realm, and in the same swift motion I destroyed it.
My fictionalized future is a blend of dystopian and utopian. It takes place in the year 2112 (Yeah, I was totally listening to Rush while writing), some 40 odd years after a Solar Crisis has burned the Earth and its inhabitants. A man and his daughter, Trinidad and Coin Compton respectively, emerge 10 years following the initial crisis with technology that will help save the Earth and bring the humans back from their primal roots. For several years, Trinidad’s inventions simply help people to live. His company, Slipstream, becomes the world’s strongest economic power. People cannot live without Slipstream's technology.
But Earth, slowly but steady, begins to recover. Temperatures drop, the sun becomes less harsh, the baked earth shelters life once more. Trinidad and Coin realize their inventions will soon be irrelevant. So they do the one thing they know will keep them in power: they lie.
>>> BOOK ONE BOOK TWO BOOK THREE BOOK FOUR TRINIDAD <<<
INSPIRING TWEETS:
"Johnny, huh?" said Glyph, tasting the syllables. "Old World name."
He watched her, hungry. A grin ate his lips. "Not a lot of people round here anymore."
Saw a guy driving in the shoulder of 42 while gabbing on his cell phone. Nice.
She stood before the door and trembled. Raw, ancient power boomed through her. Voices purred in her head.
My dad was 21 in 1966. Imagine how much the world has changed. What do you think America will be like in the year 2056?
It's 11:15am and I've already been on a computer, used my cell phone, glanced at the TV. Others are using MP3 players, eReaders, tablets…
How long before we forget that there's a world beyond the screen?
Don't wonder too far...
It was difficult for me to choose a “place.” My typical creative hubs are my bedroom, my car, my boat... anywhere I can sit in silence and be left alone to think. But those just didn’t seem to be it. They were places, alright, but not the place. So, frustrated, I did what I always do when things just aren’t going my way—I read. And there was my answer, right between the pages of a book. My place is in fiction. It’s not a place in the traditional sense, but it is a place I go for inspiration. A place to hide away and wait for the creativity to boil.
My Twitterive is fiction, quite obviously. The story took several weeks to compose, most of it brought to life by my observations. I saw a girl on campus so involved in texting that she careened straight into a boy walking in the opposite direction. I held an entire “conversation” with my brother before he looked up from his computer screen and said “what?” So I began to mull over ideas about an obsession with technology. I blew what I saw out of proportion. I asked myself what would happen if we completely forgot about the outside world. I created a realm, and in the same swift motion I destroyed it.
My fictionalized future is a blend of dystopian and utopian. It takes place in the year 2112 (Yeah, I was totally listening to Rush while writing), some 40 odd years after a Solar Crisis has burned the Earth and its inhabitants. A man and his daughter, Trinidad and Coin Compton respectively, emerge 10 years following the initial crisis with technology that will help save the Earth and bring the humans back from their primal roots. For several years, Trinidad’s inventions simply help people to live. His company, Slipstream, becomes the world’s strongest economic power. People cannot live without Slipstream's technology.
But Earth, slowly but steady, begins to recover. Temperatures drop, the sun becomes less harsh, the baked earth shelters life once more. Trinidad and Coin realize their inventions will soon be irrelevant. So they do the one thing they know will keep them in power: they lie.
>>> BOOK ONE BOOK TWO BOOK THREE BOOK FOUR TRINIDAD <<<
INSPIRING TWEETS:
"Johnny, huh?" said Glyph, tasting the syllables. "Old World name."
He watched her, hungry. A grin ate his lips. "Not a lot of people round here anymore."
Saw a guy driving in the shoulder of 42 while gabbing on his cell phone. Nice.
She stood before the door and trembled. Raw, ancient power boomed through her. Voices purred in her head.
My dad was 21 in 1966. Imagine how much the world has changed. What do you think America will be like in the year 2056?
It's 11:15am and I've already been on a computer, used my cell phone, glanced at the TV. Others are using MP3 players, eReaders, tablets…
How long before we forget that there's a world beyond the screen?
Don't wonder too far...