Description: This is mostly an RP prompt!
Goals:
You are dreaming of what you once were. The life before all of this, and the memory is...
- One of a huge mistake.
- One of a great turning point in your life.
- One of love, but it's bittersweet.
- One of excitement, or surprise.
- A past memory of your choice!
When you wake up, reflect a little bit on the life you can't yet return to, if you can ever return to it at all. What would you change? What would you do differently, if anything?
First time doing this quest? Please write a minimum of 200 words for 1 Arcade Token.
Repeating? Minimum word count jumps up to 400 in order to claim your 1 Arcade Token.
Feeling wordy? Go above and beyond the bare minimum for additional tokens! These token bonuses do not stack, so you can't write 100 words to claim 1 token, then add 300 words to claim 2 more tokens.
500 words = 2 Arcade Tokens.
600 words = 3 Arcade Tokens.
700 words = 4 Arcade Tokens.
800 words = 5 Arcade Tokens.
Whistle While You Work: While dreamsharing technology is still in development, feel free to wake up, wander, and have a discussion in the dark with your friends about your past.
Goals:
You are dreaming of what you once were. The life before all of this, and the memory is...
- One of a huge mistake.
- One of a great turning point in your life.
- One of love, but it's bittersweet.
- One of excitement, or surprise.
- A past memory of your choice!
When you wake up, reflect a little bit on the life you can't yet return to, if you can ever return to it at all. What would you change? What would you do differently, if anything?
First time doing this quest? Please write a minimum of 200 words for 1 Arcade Token.
Repeating? Minimum word count jumps up to 400 in order to claim your 1 Arcade Token.
Feeling wordy? Go above and beyond the bare minimum for additional tokens! These token bonuses do not stack, so you can't write 100 words to claim 1 token, then add 300 words to claim 2 more tokens.
500 words = 2 Arcade Tokens.
600 words = 3 Arcade Tokens.
700 words = 4 Arcade Tokens.
800 words = 5 Arcade Tokens.
Whistle While You Work: While dreamsharing technology is still in development, feel free to wake up, wander, and have a discussion in the dark with your friends about your past.
His head's aching; his vision, drowned in darkness.
But Saul Goodman still lives. Despite his aching, wounded body, the biological clock that can't be stopped continued to tick, pushing things---no, PULLING it to move.
The darkness over his eyes became strangely pleasant while the strength continues to leave his body. This is the phase where a human's consciousness began to fade, away, separated from the physical body and into another realm, that is created from pieces of the memories obtained while the same person is still awake.
Faces, voices, shapes, colors. Places, scenario, time, space. The whole thing is another dimension where all of those variables are shuffled without mercy.
Please, don't be 'that' dream again...
But despise his conscious pleading, his deeper psyche refused adamantly.
...
It was already more than ten years after the time that changed Saul's future; the path without Alan. As he grew in age, his knowledge broaden without limits. Always hungering for more, always trying for more, always...
"Hey Saul?" Asked his teacher, pointing to the project he made for Science fair, doubling as his graduation works. "What's this?"
At the table, lined up with countless other mechanisms are a pure white cube with nothing distinct aside from a light humming sound.
"That's my lifework...no, it's something what I can do right now." Answered Saul willy-wally.
The teacher, however, wasn't satisfied with the answer "You didn't answer me at all; what did this...thing do?" The teacher said again, pointing to the small object, only to be shocked when his fingers closing to the cube. "?!"
A small amount of electricity entered his body from the finger touching the object, causing him to pull it back quickly.
"How rude. This thing has a name-'we' named it long ago." " 'We'? "
Not interested in answering the extra question, Saul just blabbered.
"The mechanism name is 'Hydrogen Ion Fusion Powered Generator // Carbon Atom Diffusion // Plasma Stream Channeller // Wireless Energy Transfer Machine'. The name it bears is 'Salvation'."
The teacher's expression blanked out.
"This machine takes in water vapor and various chemicals from the air, using the electricity gathered using the solar panel installed outside it electrolysed them into Hydrogen and Oxygen with the help of some catalyst agent. The resulting elements are then channeled into separate chambers for further process."
He took an water spray bottle from below the table and pressed the trigger, sending fine mist into the air, revealing a thin blue line extending to the nearby window, where a small sticker-like thing was plastered. There's also thin cables extending to the roof-was this the external unit the student said?
"The free air particles are thus compressed into a chamber; using the energy generated from Hydrogen fusion, after it was chemically separated, it was mixed and excited, creating short-length carbon dioxide laser that is used to further help the breakdown process of the water vapor. The extra energy generated from this process then are used to generate short-lived plasma channel which acts like a conduit. By using this marker sticker/receiver you can designate an object as a target for the electricity to flow; this is based on Tesla's wireless power transfer theory, and I used a wireless charger as the base."
Saul then pulled out a light-bulb and stuck a small sticker on it. It lights up, despite not being plugged into anything!
"There's still some things that can be worked on, but if we can spread this 'Salvation Engine' to the whole world, there will never be any shortage of power. Humanity will be able to prosper without needing to wage wars over fossil fuel-no, even the word 'fuel' may be obsolete, this erased from the dictionary."
The bright-eyed student continued his speech. Without him knowing, people has flocked near him. The teacher, who can't even understand half of the things his student said, is now ghastly pale.
What the ******** are this kid's saying??? the teacher inwardly screamed.
Saul was never the 'top of the class' student material. His grade in every subject is average. He often forgets to do his homework, also regarding to social relations, he was a kind of a loner, always staying behind where other kids made their own gang.
But this? This state-of-the-art, no, OVER-TECHNOLOGY piece he whipped out like nothing in one week time limit...
How was it possible? No, it can't be possible.
"Saul, don't play around with your teacher. You can't make this kind of...machine? Your chemistry and physics grade are average, how come you can do this...sophisticated work?" the teacher stammered with his words, but the underlying meaning was clear to everyone present; this kid must be bluffing, or this complicated machine was made by someone else.
But it wasn't. Although the teacher doesn't know about it, almost every kid on the room, also their parents know about how Saul really created the machine. Salvaging junk parts, patrolling the electronic waste bin, getting help from the local smith to make the frame; they witnessed each and every steps he took in creating this piece.
Yet all of it was denied by an accusation.
No, not this part again
The teacher reached for the machine despite his warning, he kicked it from the table to 'prove' that Saul was cheating-
A bright light and tremendous force----
"NO!!!!!!"
And it was all over. Saul found himself awake again, still haven't been able to see anything but darkness.
That day was the second time his fate has been altered from its track. Still shuddering, the image of what events transpires next resurfaces in his memory.
The sound of an electrical alarm rings in the midst of the darkness...
[end]
