Username; Colour54
Name; Rai
Gender for breeding purposes; Male
Gender; Male
What do they think of electricity;
Rai doesn't think much of electricity, but more for the reason that it has always been there and so present that why, why would you bother to lean a thought in its direction? He could, though, see its effect in his home plain as day: the way finding darkness at night would be so much easier if it wasn't for glaring streetlights, the way the sky wouldn't forever be hazed gray, the light of the city blotting the stars from the sky. Rai, naturally, grew up in a big city, in the year 2112: jumping from bronze hover boards to streamlined black sidewalk, glowing yellow lights marking the edges for traffic in a way that was seamless, like being inside, in a museum, passing your steps from the solid floor to solid glass, looking down at ancient bones. (Rai did not know much of museums. They were hidden in pockets of the city, guarded jealously by rich men hoarding history of times before electricity, when people actually noticed the flickering of a street light and went, oh my, it really is a wondrous invention, isn't it?.)
At home - small and poor Rai lived in a giant apartment complex, his room the equivalent of a cubby in a wall (there wasn't enough room for so many people in such a small world, after all) - electricity, in turn with technology, turned his small place into an area of luxury to what would have been a depraved existence a hundred years ago. Rai noted this, in the back of his head, in history class - he didn't pay much attention to that, either, only enough to know that yes, electricity to the entirety of the world to provide luxury is still a century-recent invention. The only thing he wonders of that if it would be easier to pry open doors in shady alleyways if it wasn't for the constant presence of light. His occupation wasn't the most favorable - or not much of one, at all, really. You'd think electricity would change that, but Rai never quite conformed to expectations.
At the end of the day, Rai had never seen the stars, and for him, it was as if the sun never set. His world was one: veritable, pulsing: alive, artificially lit eternally in pale yellow light. (Rai still didn't really care. That was life.)