Words: 4225 By: My Writer Side Concrete Eden The soft grass he felt at his back plunged him into a world he knew all too well. The beautiful blue sky hovered above him; graceful wisps of cloud entangled the burning sun and bird sung melodies filled the scene with a background of elegance. Preparing to get up, he outstretched his arms and felt the bare skin of a woman laying next to him. “Isn't it beautiful?” she said. He didn't answer, instead he rose to his feet and began walking. She came after him and putting her hand on his shoulder said “Adam, isn't it beautiful?” He longed to scream at her, take out a blade and thrust it into her chest, he could do neither. He ached to do the same to him self but again he could not. “Yes it is Eve”, he found him self saying. Gazing at the amazing world around him his mind felt imprisoned, trapped in enemy hands. But his facial expression and body language told a different story, his eyes met everything with awe. His mind paced back and fourth, angry that he was once again here but his body stood awestruck; mesmerized by the Garden of Eden. Adam was in wonder, Karl Stills was angry and confused. Just ahead of him, Adam saw a little girl standing in a clearing; she beckoned for him and Eve to come over. She was no older then eight or nine and wore a cream dress with a rosy red bow in her blond hair. “Do you like the world I have created for you?” she said. Before they could answer, the little girl continued, “I am God, the creator of the heavens and earth. You stand in the Garden of Eden. Everything you could possibly desire is here for you. The only thing I ask of you is that you do not go near any other human beings apart from each other and me. Do you understand?” - “Mr Stills, Mr Stills, Mr Stills!” A sudden vibration woke Karl Stills from his dream. His hover car rocked side to side quickly and his chair vibrated. “Mr Stills!” the on board computer exclaimed again. “Yes I'm awake”, he moaned. Propping him self up in his chair he rubbed his eyes and said Computer, how far away is it?” “Time City is 11km away, sir”, it answered. Stills was shaken from his dream like he always was after he experienced it. It filled him with doubt about his mission. His people had given him a manual to help him over come any feeling of doubt he might have. “Computer, bring up 'manual 22' please.” He began to read it from the screen, it was very patronising and obvious but it was something he could confine in. 'Manual 22' 'In the beginning God created the universe. Upon the earth God created human beings, better known as Human Colony Two, the enemy of our people. God bestowed the planet Issa with our people, Human Colony One. Our people are a loving race that believes in peace for Issa and everywhere else in the universe. Human Colony 2 are a vile and destructive race, poorly representing our people. Humans are not destructive creatures, we love everything in the universe and we live in peace with it. That is why-' Stills had read enough. He had heard this propaganda a thousand times over and knew it wouldn't make a difference. “Computer, open viewing window.” With a small piston sound the metal went up and the sky was revealed to him. It looked just like the sky in his dream and it pushed him further into his depression. He turned his head away from the gleaming white clouds and the overwhelming sunlight that entered his domain. His dreams of being Adam in the Garden of Eden was confusing him. Was God trying to tell him something? Was God trying to stop him? That question hung like a forbidden treat, dangling from the rafters of his mind. A smile began to cross his face, the great Karl Stills could defy the most powerful entity in existence. He could take out an entire race with two bullets and denounce the power almighty creator. “You can't scare me, oh' holy one!” he roared. “Computer”, he bellowed excitedly, “Engage self drive!” The steering wheel popped up in front of him, he gripped it tightly and pushed it forward violently. His hover car plunged down through the clouds at a ferocious pace. Stills had found him self again, as he always did. It was always amazingly simple for him to break a depression, a challenge here, a critic there, he loved to prove to people that he was the best and who better to convince then the almighty creator. This had lit a fire inside him like nothing else could and as his hover car flew down through the clouds he almost completely let go of reality. As Time City came into view, it's brilliant presence gripped him and brought him back into rational thinking. He quickly slowed his speed and began to take in the amazing sight. “Time City, population 9.5 million, sits at the bottom of Mt Crystal. It's famous research tower...” the computer began. “Silence please”, Stills demanded. He was awash with awe, his eyes ate up the image like a starving dog, chomping away at the amazing sight it begged for more and Time City fed them generously. Time City was built around it's research tower, the tower specialised in time travel research and until about seven months ago had been unable to provide the world with the luxury of time travel. The tower rose way above any other building in the city, like a sewing needle it stabbed through the fabric of the land and towered its way up through the sky with dominance. It was dwarfed however, by Mt Crystal which loomed in the background. Stills's awestruck aura was quickly destroyed by approaching traffic. “Computer”, he said, “Engage auto drive and follow directions for hanger 433 please.” - Hanger 433, like all other hangers in Time City, was the rotting insides of an otherwise seemingly beautiful fruit. It was rust stricken, it's mechanical workings were poorly covered and it contained the basics of 26th century technology. Stills parked his car in an empty holding chamber and reached for his papers. Upon doing so he caught a glimpse of his face in an interior mirror. He stopped and repositioned it in front of the mirror. Christian Ledlow stared back at him. Ledlow was a research scientist at the tower. Stills and had surgery done on his face back on Issa to make him look just like Ledlow. They were roughly the same build and height and Stills had perfect replicas of all his documents. Ledlow lay six feet under, murdered by members of Human Colony One. Stills brushed off any feeling of guilt with a snigger and a sly smile as he looked in the mirror. His ego had really taken control now and it was a rampaging bull smashing down anything in it's path to glory and his conscience had been crushed under it's hoofs. As Stills walked through the hanger the realism of his mission was beginning to take hold. The sights, sounds and smells delivered it to him. The sounds of mechanical workings began to tumble down his ear, smells of oil and smoke flavoured the air as it flowed through each of his nostrils. The hanger was alive with a grimy aura. He approached the guard's office window and slid his papers through a small opening. The guard grunted at the fact that Stills had caused him to actually do some work. Picking up the documents he noticed the name Christian Ledlow and quickly changed his attitude. “Oh, hello Mr Ledlow. Sorry I didn't recognise you”, said the guard. “I wont be a minute reviewing these, sir.”. “That's fine, take as long as you need”, Stills replied. Passing the papers back to Stills the guard said, “Everything is fine, sir. Sorry to keep you waiting, I hope it all goes to plan in there”. “Thank you. Hope you enjoy the rest of your day”, Stills replied politely. Courtesy wasn't something that Stills usually adopted upon himself, his nervousness had enforced it though. It plastered a big polite smile on his face, he even nearly bowed to the guard. To his left two tall extravagant doors slowly opened to the cranking of gears. He walked through them and found him self in corridor. - Stills stood in the corridor very still, he had noticed something that troubled him deeply. The corridor was brilliantly luxurious, the floor was made from pot tiles that were a deep brooding purple colour. It was complimented by a magnificent glass ceiling with the same coloured frame running through it. What had quickly plunged Stills into a troubled nature was the colours of the walls. They were a cream colour with spiralling rosy red patterns flowing over it's surface. Cream and rosy red, the colours of the clothes worn by the little girl in his dream, the colours worn by God. Stills buried his head in his hands, he felt sick, he could feel himself shaking, like he felt after he awoke each time from the dream. The corridor was silent, so silent that Stills could feel its presence. Taking his head out of his hands he looked up and straight ahead of him he saw her. God stood at the far end of the corridor, her creamy white dress and rosy red bow burned they're way into his mind. His thoughts raced. 'A trick.' 'An illusion.' 'Someone is messing with me.' Those words bounced around in his head. His eyes shifted to a security camera just above where the girl stood. He knew he had to act sane, the way he would usually handle something like this would be to scream, pull out a blade and end God's little mind trick where she stood. But truth be told, he had no idea what the little girl was; real or an illusion created by God to scare him away. He took a deep breath and started to walk forwards. As he approached her the words, “Hello, my name is Karl Stills”, uneasily escaped from his mouth. She said nothing, continuing to stare directly into his eyes. Stills really shaking now and walking very slowly spat out more words, “What's your name?” Again she said or did nothing. He was no more than a few feet away from her now. Taking another deep breath, he quickened his pace and walked straight through her, she disappeared behind him, fading into thin air. Even though she had disappeared his fear was still very much there, the rampaging bull had been stopped dead in it's tracks, fear was going to be a much harder foe to defeat then conscience. Fear induced questions began to swarm in his mind. 'Why is God trying to stop me.' That question stood out boldly. He of course knew the answer, God was protecting her children, as evil as Human Colony Two was, they were after all her creation. Suddenly he realised that his dream was telling him this. In his dream God told Adam and Eve not to go near any other humans apart from each other and her. God knows that members of Human Colony Two were going to use time travel to go back to the Garden of Eden and abduct Adam and Eve. And of course God knows that he is going to try to assassinate them when they return to this time, killing the original ancestors of Human Colony Two. But why was he having these dreams and was this all that God was going to do; manifest herself as an illusion of his mind. Could God not interact with him physically? This question set off the rampaging bull again. His shaking stopped, his breathing slowed and once again a smile crept across his face. The smile was the bull's signature; it was the dust kicked up by its hoofs as his leapt into a rampaging charge. Fear had crumbled under it's force and once again Karl Stills had found him self. He opened the door that stood before him and entered The Stone Gardens of Time City. The Stone Gardens were Time City's second wonder after the research tower. Stills stood on a path which would take him through the gardens and to Ledlow's apartment on the other side. As he started walking he was once again completely in awe of his surroundings. - Great stone pillars that arose from the grassy floor were covered in a coat of twisting vines. They slithered their way up onto the stone ledges that connected the pillars and dangled down. Artificial deep blue lights hung from the stone ledges and painted the vines with a unnatural darkness. Flowers of various amazing colours sprouted up through the cracks in the path trying to escape the darkness; seeking the light. But the deep blue light was all that was waiting for them unless they were lucky enough to catch a patch of natural sunlight that was rare within the gardens. Most of the garden was within shadow. A statue had caught his eye. Stills stepped of the path and onto the grass. Approaching the statue he noticed that it was very worn down, like the stone pillars it was covered in vines. It's face was almost completely covered by the the overwhelming plants that had taken over. At the foot of the statue Stills noticed an inscription; bending down he read it. 'Chronos - The Personification Of Time'. Like in the corridor it was silent, Stills could feel it covering ever inch of the garden, it loomed over him. It created the feeling that he was being watched, he was sure that it would be God, he didn't dare look around for her. Suddenly he felt a cold hand grip his wrist, turning round he saw her standing there staring at him once again. He had felt her on his wrist and with that, fear had returned. Turning to run, he tripped over a rock. Flat on his face he truned around to see her walking towards him. Stills did what he usually did when he was truely scared, he turned his face away from the approaching reality. Burying his face in the grass he shouted, “Leave me alone!” God bent down next to him and cupping her hand, put it next to his ear. “Chronos is fake. But I am real”, she whispered softly into his ear. He could feel her cold hand on his ear and as she faded away for the second time he could feel the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. He turned around taking his face out of the grass. The statue of Chronos that stood over him suddenly began to crumble away. It rushed down and covered him in a faint powder of stone. Breathing frantically he threw his hands out in all directions trying to brush it off him. He quickly got to his feet and began to run back to the path shaking off the crumbs of stone. Apon reaching the path he stopped and looked back at the door that had led him into the gardens. Gripping at his hair he screwed up his face with emotional pain. The cause almost didn't mean anything to him anymore, it never really did in the first place and he knew it. Was it worth it; to take out an entire race just to feed his ego. It would imortalise him; he would be idolised. They would build statues of him on Issa proclaiming that he was the personification of time. He could almost hear the roaring crowd of millions chanting his name. He started in the direction of Ledlow's apartment, he had sealed his fate, immortality was just a few short hours away.