Street Guy by Happy Parrot
The street was ruled by unbearable heat, no dog or people could be seen walking on melting malaise made of asphalt.
It was a strange, obscure feeling, a town full of million souls now was looking haunted and deserted…fable came to life in a very unusual way on that hot and sunny day.
People were bedazzled with animalistic behavior, they were moved by some strange invisible force, a force that was slowly nesting in their hearts and minds.
It was like they were hacked, estranged from the sole part, of what makes a human whole as a human being.
At first glance, the less experienced eye would say they were soulless, but the human soul is a strange thing…it can not be harnessed or hacked just like that…
The human soul is like Jinni in the bottle, maybe you can trap her for a while but like water always does, so does the soul it always finds the way out of the trouble that is forced upon this eternal being.
This morning our hero woke up like any other morning, ready to do things that are not soul-moving, he was like many others materialized in this society, a society that was highly advanced, one would say evolved beyond known science into the realms of
magick and the cyberpunk universe.
With time and with the surge of implants, people became more machines than conscience beings. They stopped looking for ways to better avenues that the human soul walks, the thirst in them was more about how to get a more potent body with more perfected and refined parts that were the gift of the new holy grail, called simply nanotechnology. Nanotechnology reached amazing levels of applications it was beyond anything that could mortal man dreamed of at the beginning of the twenty-first century.
It was dirt cheap and it was everywhere…virtually everywhere, No place was left untouched by this monstrous hydra-like robotic fluid, dark golden selfassembly mesh.
Street Guy was the nickname of our hero, he literally grew up on this hot asphalt jungle under the preying neon lights, he was like many kids, left to deal with the troubles that life under the laws of the street will bring onto small human beings.
First, you will be lost, humiliated, then beaten and made to do things that are against real human nature…
The street will break you or make you. You will get up to live another day or fall further and further into the hands of sweet oblivion, and with time you will be part of the invisible broken army turned into human residue.
The glow in the eyes of these apparations is long gone, it does not exist anymore, They all become more zombie-like creatures, than something that was once man or woman, a life full of infinitive possibilities.
Somehow Street Guy was not broken and eaten by the sharks that were cruising up and down this dark road, in some way he felt deep inside he never belonged here. He knew instinctively there was more to life than this eternal struggle and misery combined with an animalistic, pretentious constant need to fight for more territory, more power, and better and newer implants that would give you an edge over your never-sleeping competition.