The Prophecy

“How does it look?” She smiled, dressed in a tight-plastic outfit that would make an instant eye-catcher. More stretched and sexy, he thought.

“It’s ok, I guess,” Andrew responded with great enthusiasm while his eyes wonders about the store. The prices were outrageous, especially out of the Arcology. Though, he could afford it, with his job that overpays him. He programs and helps out with the office. Never late, never wrong, and to most knowledge, well rounded. Kathy, still posing for him, was a radical. She wore things in the Arcology that they don’t like, speak what they don’t like, and act what they don’t like.

Kathy, a teenager who loves trouble, was anxious of a better response. She knew better. Her parents were dead and no living relatives to take them in. But the ironic part was that she was adopted b the Arcology, who didn’t accept radicals. The parent was the Corporation Advisor of the biggest industry in the universe, weapons. For fun, she started to pull her top off, trying to expose her breast, not knowing, or unaware he wanders into space. Trailing his eyes downward, he
notices the difference and immediately covers her up from immediately Com cameras.

“Don’t do that, if we get caught, we’ll get into a lot of trouble,” he constantly reminded her She knew exposure in public was not allowed and a serious fine would be issued.

She sighed in boredom and curiosity. Her mind and a few in th world were unique in a way. She went behind the covers to change.

“Just wanted to see your reaction, man you are paranoid. We are out of the arc. So what’s been getting your mind lately?” she queried as she puts on her next outfit.

“You scare at times, try speaking or tapping on me for attention. I’m just thinking about curfew. It is near time, where they shut down the gates,”

“Seriously, I know you, time isn’t importance, What’s up?” she questioned again as her outfit was almost complete. Most outfits, he thought, were anarchistic and chaotic like her mind was, but he loved it. He dug through his mind for words.

“The Arcology and our future,” he answered at little ease. He wants to move from his city Arcology to a more peaceful Arcology, a forest Arcology, a more productive Arcology. Andrew knew his stress level has been rising over the years of work.

“What about the Arcology?”

Her response triggered many memories Andrew had. His visions grew stronger to overthrow the council and the coterie. Andrew shook his head in submission. It was time for her to know.

“Hurry up, I gotta speak to you privately,” He shrugs her from behind.

Andrew, for some time, worked as a Halter of Universe, HU for short. His mind flashes back memory of his previous life as the prophecy took holds of his visions:

Twisted metal screams and the batter earth dies as the weapons of destruction, revolts at the masters. HU had control and now has lost it. Killing the ones they sought to protect, the people, the race, the species. Blood pools, rising corpses, metal remains of vast dead-utopia of the Coterie. Blessed for many years, must come a curse of centuries. From the door of fate sits the order of stars, which appear seven figures. Seven, though five must defeat the HU, but the HU was different, its form changed into a great beast, who once destroyed the order.

“How does this look?” she interrupted, while walking out in a punkish look, which beats all regulated rules in the arc. Andrew’s eyes lit up. Wearing a pair of leather-tight pants, with knife slashes on the sides, leather-reflective jacket, with a iodized sort shirt exposing her pierced belly button. Her hair, drewed in different colors, gently rests in a chaotic order.

“What the heck? You can’t wear they in the arc, they’ll catch you on the spot, but … very good if you’re going to start a rebellion.”

He smiled as she walked behind the covers again to change out into her street clothes Andrew liked her regulars, rather her outfits. He loved her for the way she is. She finished dressing into her regular and handed Andrew the outfits.

“I got them,” he said

“Thanks,”

The two walked outside of the small, but very expensive boutique.