Andres Posada
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Drink coffee, write, read something, get completely lost in a rabbit hole, end up lost in the interconnectivity of the web.
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Rejuvenated
It rained in a scattered pattern. It made the leaves hold the drops a little longer, making its fall from the sky more delicate. There were many trees in this forest, one from the Rejuvenate Project, you could tell by how young the trees stood and how fertile the greens looked. Baez laid beneath the slim trees with his arms wrapped behind his neck and the moisture beginning to transfer from the mulch on the ground to his Young Vanguards uniform. Wetness didn't show much in the Brunswick green coveralls, a tone similar to that in Baez's eyes. It was the long trees that captured his undivided attention, Aspens or Populous of sorts, maybe Genus, he thought. He didn't search for it in his cerebrum. He laid with the question unanswered and lingering around, as he often liked to do. A bird chirped like a squeak of a door. His whole body flinched, but it was not the sound he was awaiting so his muscles unstressed. Then stillness rested upon the forest, the sprinkled water misting through the woods. The trees were titillating him. It was CC Gaufier's legs that the trees reminded him of, narrow, tall and thieving his eyes at any moment. He knew why. School had taught him all about the cognitive markers of sexual arousal. He despised her, the group commander who enforced all that which he found vile, yet she produced a feeling in him which he believed had meaning beyond a hormone-induced seduction. A polarity of sorts, the type that brought the B.C civilisation to crumbles is what they say in school. Those feelings, he felt more often than he should were frowned upon as nonsensical by The Society. He had a ton of them, those subjectivities. Nothing is unexplainable with Science, was one of the catchphrases. Often used by the Vanguards as a response to a fellow member’s stupidity of subjectivity.
By Andres Posada5 years ago in Fiction
