R-NLD 8Boop-boop-boop beep.
Helga sighed heavily as her holopad biological scanner reading once again came out negative. She was used to this result, on every mission, she came out empty-handed, as did her brethren of E.V.E. Scouts. It was times like this that she really hated her job. Any planet, especially here on earth, nothing came up. Not even in what were once the most plant-populated places.
The trash was everywhere. It seemed that life was most if not completely unsustainable here on this forsaken planet. But it still left her to wonder, for even a fleeting moment, how that one football-headed boy who had a strange habit of following her around, and his pig, were able to survive in this harsh, unforgiving environment. Since being here nearly a week, she hadn't seen any other signs of lifeforms, which in turn told her that he was probably alone here.
Was it really THAT bad?
She slammed down the hood of an old pizza pick-up truck and sighed, moving on to the next t
R-NLD 7It was the hour of twilight, with the light of the sunset showing through the windows of the old, abandoned FTI supermarket. All was quiet, save for the sounds of Helga's footsteps as she walked along inside, scanning everything with her her holopad.
Nearby, Arnold watched, entranced by Helga still. Even now, despite after she had tried to kill him, he was evermore drawn to her, and continued to follow her around, cautiously at a distance, like a stray puppy. He just couldn't help himself. Not only was he drawn to her angelic beauty, her grace, the fact she was the first human he'd ever come into contact with for as long as he can remember, her terrifying but alluring deadly anger, but also her display of emotion. He knew she wasn't a heartless soldier. She had a heart, she had feelings, and she had a sense of what she wanted. Arnold refused to see her as anything less than a beautiful woman inside and out. Deep down beneath her rough exterior, was the heart of a young woman with feeli
R-NLD 6Boop-boop-boop beep.
Helga continued to scan the area around her, using her hand-held holopad, which emitted a ray of blue light that looked like a laser grid on every object she came across, trying to find what she was looking for.
So far? No success.
It was always dismal coming to this God forsaken planet. Nothing but trash, trash, desolate wastelands, trash, nothing but trash! Anywhere she went, she would always come out empty, just as her brethren, other E.V.E. Scouts would. Why? Why bother? The planet had been searched for 700 years, and always had the same result. What made them think this was going to be any different?
Sometimes, Helga just hated this job. But she knew she had to do it. Someone had to. The only real joy she ever got out of it was being able to fly around freely like a bird and not have a care in the world. It was pretty much the only ounce of true happiness she ever got.
Once more, her holopad processed and came back negative. Still nothing.
R-NLD 5A small, glowing red dot was on the ground, seeming to have appeared out of nowhere. Confused, Arnold stared at it, and lifted up his goggles to try to see it better. Was he seeing things?
"Maybe it's some kind of a bug..." Arnold murmured to himself, setting down his shovel and bag, wandering over to the circle. He was very curious, and just had to find out what it was.
He approached it, and the dot moved away, as if trying to get away from him. It moved again as he tried to block it, and it moved around him, making him try to catch it. Arnold couldn't help but give a smile and find some fun in chasing it. It was something different, having something like this to chase around and play with.
The dot then moved rapidly toward the bridge, and Arnold playfully chased after it.
"I'm gonna getchya! Come back here!" He laughed as he chased it, acting half his age.
Arnold continued to chase after the mysterious red dot, not at all noticing several other red dots behind him, all falling over t
R-NLD 4"Hey Arnold! Hey Arnold! Hey Arnold! Hey Arnold!"
A disgruntled groan came from the sleeping young man, reaching up to unplug the strangely programed alarm clock he'd put together years ago, from a potato. He sighed heavily and tried to open his eyes, his lids feeling like they weighed a thousand pounds.
Groaning again, he managed to sit up, reach for his remote, and used it to remove the outer shield from his skylight, letting in the sunlight, which blinded him for a moment before he reluctantly got out of bed to get ready for the day.
Routine really did bite sometimes.
Arnold slowly dressed, pulling on his jumpsuit, his boots, his gloves, and then placed his goggles on. And then, his little cap. Now he's ready and awake, ready to face another day of fulfilling his directive. It was all he could do, all that he knew. A new routine seemed like such an impossible dream.
This was his life. He would likely be collecting and compacting trash for the rest of his life, until the day he died.
R-NLD 3The inside of the old boarding house, was in ruins and shut down, except for a staircase leading up to the upper level that took up the floor, that was once an attic. It was Arnold's home.
He climbed the staircase, coming to his room. On a table near the stairs was a small, ancient remote containing a few buttons. He picked it up, and with it, turned on some lights, Christmas lights, and also, flipped a couch out from behind a nearby wall. On the wall hung many hang-up toys, C.D's, and other things.
His room was large, spacious, containing several rotating shelves that held all kinds of items he'd found in the garbage. Toys, utensils, hardware, appliances, clothing, anything. He had just about the entire world right here in his room. On a good portion of the ceiling, was a skylight made of several windows. Below the skylight was his bed, and against the wall across from his bed leading up to it, were large, rectangular grooves built in as a makeshift ladder he could climb and go out on
HA FA-Dreaming of YouCherry Hill Juvenile Center.
Especially right now, Helga knew why it was called Cherry Hell Juvenile Center. Hell. A word she had not come to properly know until her experience of being here in this place. She agreed with her friends, and the inmates here, that this place was indeed something like Hell. Hell was once known to her as simply "the fiery underworld".
As Trashmouth sometimes said "Nope, this is Cherry Hill Juvie Hall. Though I can't imagine hell being much worse.", in reply to when someone would say something along the lines of them being in hell.
Now on one lonely, strangely quiet night, Helga tried to sleep, which was already proving to be impossible. Trashmouth was already snoring noisily above her, lucky girl. She took a few breaths, calming herself, and willing herself NOT to cry herself to sleep again. She had to be strong, strong enough to face this, strong enough to overcome the obstacles. After all, it was bringing her closer and closer and closer to her goal. To g
R-NLD 2Just like any other day, Arnold ventured home through the toxic city after a long day of following his directive. It always the same, dismal thing, day after day, with not a sound to be heard, other than his own footsteps crunching into something on the ground, from various kinds of trash to newspapers. Old, aged, weathered newspapers barely legible because of dirt, reading: TOO MUCH TRASH! EARTH COVERED! FTI CEO DECLARES GLOBAL EMERGENCY!!! All around this old neighbourhood, were the FTI outlets. Stores, a gas station, a bank, a mall, restaurants, skyscrapers. Holoscreens stood about the place, representing the FTI logo, which were yellow letters, the F and the T connected together, and the I was separate from the too, and was in smaller casing than the F and T.
He walked over the remains of what was once Tina Park, to make a shortcut to get home.
This was, part of the most unpleasant moments of his walk home.
All around him, within the piles of trash and eve
The third planet closest to the sun. The one planet that was known to support life. Over the hundreds of years that have passed, many things have changed, most especially as the new century came about, about a hundred or so years into it. It was, today, not the same in the least.
Today, that very planet, that once contained many and great legends that brought upon what it was once before, was in absolute ruin. More so than it could ever have been in its entire lifespan. For a planet billions of years old, it was quite surprising to see, though it has been over 700 years since it began. Seen either from space, or upon its surface, it was overrun by its very stand-by demise.
It was a mark. A mark left by what had formerly populated this planet. Humans. All that was left was nothing. The entire population of this planet, having reached over six billion, was now gone. Not one remained right now. The planet was empty. Empty of what was once keeping it full. Empty of what h