Beautiful Balloon
"Economy Grade"
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Female
34 yrs CYRUS CITY
USCC
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Last Login: 4/23/2106
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Beatiful Baloon's interests
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Sailing the blue skies
Living a life of contentment
Breathing the beautiful air around me |
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Beatiful
Baloon's details
| Status: |
single |
| Here for: |
friends |
| Hometown: |
Four Rooks, Cyrus City |
| Body Type: |
6'1" |
Ethnicity/ Citizenship |
White/ Cyrus Citizen |
| Zodiac: |
Leo |
| Smoke/ Drink |
No/Yes |
| Children: |
undecided |
| Education: |
college grad |
| Occupation: |
Plasma Conduit Supervisor |
| Cybernetic Components: |
None. |
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Beatiful
Baloon's schools
Cyrus Community College
Cyrus City
Graduated: 2094
Student status: Alumni
Degree: Associate's Degree
Major: Plasma Conduit Supervision
Minor: Plasma Conduit Maintenence
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About me:
Bullets in the snow-like ash, and a lot of blood--both ours and theirs--but
I made it out.
I guess I shouldn't be bragging. This was only the first step, but I
have to give myself some credit. A lot of people didn't make it here with
me, and the only one that did probably isn't going to last much longer.
Phil's coughing up blood with every seventh breath. They caught him on
the side of the chest, and though I'm not a doctor, I'm guessing the bullet
ripped through his right lung like the organ was a piece of rice cake.
At least he's smiling.
"Got past the bitches," he keeps telling himself, or me, or
God; who knows who his last conversation is directed toward.
Who I'd like to meet:
I pull the lever and it reminds me of working in the air mines--pull
a lever, transfer one supply to a different set of chutes, all so it can
fill the lungs of willing Cyrus customers paying for the privilege to
breath. Air as a commodity. Who would have believed there would be a day
when something so deplorable was set into existence.
The five of us--Jas, Frank, Yona, Phil and myself--went into this thing
with a firm conviction, one that could have proven wrong as easily as
it was proven right, but we didn't care. All we knew was that we wouldn't
spend another day in the air mines if we could help it.
Our one belief: That the Cyrus Corporation lies.
We were right.
The propaganda they feed you day in and day out is bullshit. Break the
quarantine. The air beyond Cyrus City is perfectly fine, probably even
better than the air they are selling you at 85 credits a bottle.
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Beautiful Baloon has 4 friends.
Dick |
Moon-eye in the Sky |
Cy-grrl |
Sheos |
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Cy-grrl
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4/21/2106 2:22 PM
I'm taking a deep breath now, as I type. It all comes down to air,
I guess. If we have it, we live. We don't and we die. Phil's finding
this out in a entirely different way than I am, but I can guess
what he's going through. He's having something taken from him, when
the truth is that it's all around him. He's struggling for something
that's free to all. Every breath is a reflection of that struggle.
Both his and yours.
We're soaring through the clouds, but not like I would have expected.
I saw our escape as this fast motioned thrill ride, when it was
really just a stalemate until we were ready to make our move. Jas
and Frank kept the guns on the bastards while we tried to get any
of the jets on the airstrip to work, but they were all encrypted,
something even Yona couldn't figure a way around. Then Jas went
down. Then Frank, and the only thing we had to turn to was an emergency
craft. A hot air balloon that was held on the far end of the strip.
We ran for it. Yona fell behind, and just as we reached the balloon's
station, Phil took his bullet. I pushed the button to activate the
transport and it inflated with such speed that I barely was able
to pull Phil aboard. Since it was primarily intended for Cy Elite
PNx3's, the balloon itself, along with the basket it carried us
in, was armor plated. Once we were up, the guards couldn't shoot
us down with their rifles. |
Cy-grrl
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4/18/2106 7:40 PM
The jets were manned and primed their jets to take to the skies,
but before their shadows left the flat surface of the airstrip,
they were reduced to nothing more than flame and metal and shattered
glass.
Yona always said, "If you don't understand something, blow
it up."
We were home free. Not even PNx3's will break quarantine. It might
show the other people (you, dear reader) that things outside of
the area of impact is not as bad as they are leading you to believe.
Undoubtedly, you've heard my story. Although, it's had a slightly
different outcome according to the news |
Moon-eye in the Sky |
4/17/2106 8:07 PM
In the version that Cyrus fed you, my friend and I died in the
gunfight after boarding the escape vessel, and this vessel carried
our corpses out to the barren wilds of AfterEarth or the Badlands
or whatever you want to call The Big Lie.
Fifty-nine miles away from the city, past the dead landscape and
over the hills:
I'm looking down on a family of deer, now.
I'm watching acres of green grass sway in the breeze, now.
I'm seeing how the water travels so quickly through the grooves
of a creek. Now. |
Cy-grrl |
4/17/2106 7:04 PM
The homing connection to the balloon's computer had been rerouted,
and to keep the bastards off my scent, I've given my articles titles
that wouldn't show up on their radar for disobedient posts, so I
can only hope that this finds the right people, who tell the right
people, who spread it to those who care to listen. Undoubtedly,
Cyrus will catch on sooner or later, so be wary of what future posts
may say. They could assimilate the username and feed you false information,
but I'll try to keep on top of things and break any attempts that
they may arrange to keep you from the truth. |
Sheos |
4/17/2106 6:32 PM
Just a moment ago, Phil said, "Rachel, don't worry, but I
think this is where we part." Then he smiled, his eyes filled
with a calm that brought the hint of a smile to my own lips.
Now, Phil has stopped breathing. I think I'm going to land the
balloon and bury him (how long has it been since the incinerators
became our only means of disposal?); I can't wait to see how it'll
feel to dig my hands down into real topsoil. Maybe I'll find something
to eat afterward. There are apples hanging off trees. There are
berries on bushes. There is water. There is so much water. |
Cy-grrl |
4/13/2106 2:39 PM
Why couldn't my friends see this? |
Moon-eye in the Sky |
4/10/2106 11:22 AM
Why can't you see this? |
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