Telescope - Starset wrote:I will travel the distance in your eyes.Interstellar, light years from you...Supernova; we'll fuse when we collide.Awaking in the light of all the stars aligned.
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name ;Whirlpool
(named after the Whirlpool Galaxy)gender ;Female
what does this viscet aspire to be ?This story takes place in the future, which is where our protagonist lives.
The current date is July 24, 3022.
Whirlpool is one determined viscet. She’ll never take no for an answer! She’s determined to live in outer space someday. She’s always been so obsessed with galaxies and constellations, and has always dreamed of one day living on Mars…if it’s ever colonized, of course. Recent advancements have allowed viscets to transport between Earth and the moon, and Whirlpool has distant family who live among the stars. She only hopes that she can one day become rich enough to afford to live on the moon instead of being stuck down here on Earth.
She yawns as she stares up at the full moon in the sky above, alighting the stars around it and making them glow. The recent smog regulations have obliterated the toxic fumes from the atmosphere. Moonlight and sunlight alike are now able to power houses and electronics, and help the viscets to live in a more energy-conscious time period. The sun is hotter, now – with no smog to help dissipate the heat rays, most viscets have to stay indoors during the day or risk extreme sunburns. Whirlpool doesn’t care, though – with her somewhat darker pelt compared to the very light-toned viscets who can’t go out in the sun, she’s less likely to be affected by the sun’s harsh rays of light. Still, she does her best to wear sunblock or use an umbrella whenever she does have to go out.
She smiles to herself as she pulls out an ancient map, given to her
by one of her star-charting ancestors. It was passed down in her family line until she received it on her tenth birthday. She’s been periodically adding to it every day, waiting to see what new developments the heavens make for her to update the ancient map. Using both the ancient telescope she owns and the newest tech she could get her paws on, Whirlpool has been making digital reproductions of the stars and mapping the tracks of planets and constellations in her computer database. She hopes one day to be able to use them herself when she goes to live on the moon.
She stays up all throughout the night, charting stars and transferring the information into her database. When the sun comes up, she closes the windows with her room-darkening shades – the advanced type, of course, not the sissy kind they had back in 2022 that merely filtered the light instead of blocking it entirely – and crawls into bed. She stares up at her ceiling, alone in her house as usual – her parents died when she was a child, and she’s learned to live well on her own over the years. She stares up at the stickers of constellations she’s placed on her flat ceiling and smiles. “Someday, somehow, I’ll reach you. And when I do, the whole world will stand in awe of what I’ve accomplished.”
(494/500)
extra 1 ;My feet pound the dirt road, paws kicking up dirt under the harsh sun. I’m bundled from head to fuzzy tail, wrapped in red and standing out like a sore claw among the brown environment. My goggles are tight against my flesh, keeping the burning sand out of my eyes. My mouth guard does its job well, allowing me to breathe while not allowing dirt entry into my lungs. I skid to a halt, staring at the run-down store in the worst part of the city. Not the safest bet, obviously, but I’ve come prepared – with three knives hidden in the folds of the red fabric surrounding my lithe body, six Chinese throwing-stars stashed in my headgear, and a ray-gun strapped to my hip through the expensive black real-leather belt, I’m prepared for anything. I saunter into the store, removing my facial mask and goggles once the door slams shut behind me. I select the food I need to buy and pick up a few pads of parchment paper and ink for my quill pen. I make my way back to the front of the store and slam the items down by the register. The robot scans my items and beeps out the total. I hand it the card, and it bags my items, handing them to me.
I smile. No troubles today…but it may not be like this tomorrow. I make a mental note to bring along my additional gear on tomorrow’s trek, grab my items, and leave.
(249/250)
extra 2 ;I sigh, staring at the mugger in front of me.
He eyes me up and down, sizing up the differences between us. He is a monster of an alien, three times my height and weight. With scaly skin like a lizard, the sun glints off of him like a fresh orange. I am but an ant, tiny and puny compared to the beast before me.
I am not afraid, though he doesn’t seem to realize this.
His bleary eyes indicate an addiction he needs to fill, and his drastic and illogical movements verify this theory. He is desperate for cash, and probably thinks he can get his way with a small viscet like me.
He has another thing coming to him.
He pulls out a ray-gun and aims it with shaking fingers at my skull. “Hand over the purse, lady.”
I roll my eyes, grab my throwing stars and sling them his way. I don’t pause before turning around and trotting off, throwing behind me, “Like you could pull off THIS amount of fashion,
thug.” I don’t bother to look behind me when I hear him
thud to the ground, probably injured enough for medical personnel to pick him up within the hour. I’ll be back in fifteen minutes to get my throwing stars back, though – they’re not cheap, and I’m not going to leave any evidence that I was here. I’m smarter than that – I won’t get blamed for this idiot’s mistake biting off more than he could chew.
(250/250)
extra 3 ;I open my eyes and check the time.
Perfect. Just enough time to get out before nightfall.I don’t bother throwing on my usual umbrella and sunscreen with additional red wrappings to keep me safe from the sun’s deadly light – it is dusk, and I will not need much protection in the growing darkness. Instead I grab a satchel and stash my weapons inside. I bring along a picture of my target and, with a flick of my tail, I am off, racing against time and the growing darkness.
I reach my destination within ten minutes. There is a box on the side of the dirt path that has been here for the past week straight. Cleaning crew hasn’t bothered with it, which means they never will. I open it, and recoil at the stench. “Idiots,” I murmur. “Viscets think they can leave their pets outside, and think that they’re being merciful…these poor animals have less protection than we do against the sun. Leaving a crate of newborns is the most stupid thing you could do – they’re destined to die out here in the elements.”
With a shake of my head, I give up on my goal and turn to leave.
A small whimper whispers its way to my ears.
With a smile, I turn around and pick up the only survivor. The mutt has large paws and a white, brown, and black pelt. “Welcome to the family, Wishbone,” I murmur, cradling him to my chest.
Success.(247/250)
Telescope - Starset wrote:I see you watching over me across the sky,Overcoming,Projected on my eyes eternally.I find you in the night.Far from the sun,Where no one knows,I've watched you fromMy telescope.
