I know that I'm still working on Stars, but after reading a few Sci-Fi stories on here, I've been intrigued to do one. So here it is. This is the prologue of sorts of The Utopian Dream. Enjoy.
The Utopian Dream
The Broadcast
She strode to the red armchair, listening to the thunderous applause roaring to greet her. Katie Benson was sitting in the chair opposite of her, her calm hands placed in her lap. Katie was wearing a grin, flashing her white teeth modestly. Her brown hair was wispy and light, bouncing carelessly from side to side.
When she reached her chair, the applause slowly died into anticipation. It was like the beginning of a rainstorm when you felt the anxiety for the first drop. Waiting…
Waiting for Utopia.
“Welcome to Good Morning New York City. It’s so nice for you to join us,” Katie recited, her light blue eyes dancing in the bright camera lights.
“It’s good to be here,” she said, and looked for the first time into the audience. Their faces were dark in the almost non-existent light. Everything was focused on her.
“This, ladies and gentleman, is Kristine Baptiste. She is the co founder of the New York Waterworks Foundation, (NYWF), and she is here to tell us about their new “Utopian Dream.”
More applause broke out. Kristine beamed. When it died down, she began.
“The “Utopian Dream” is a complex plan designed around New York’s waterworks. Recent studies have shown that sewer hasn’t been filtered properly, allowing the waste to contaminate our canals and waterways. This is especially dangerous because the chemicals in the waste can and will poison us. That is why there have been notices placed around canals and such informing us that we are not to use the water.”
Kristine took a breath as Katie interrupted.
“Do you know why the sewage hasn’t been filtered?”
“Yes,” Kristine said and gulped air. “The recent fire that originated in the National Library of Congress engulfed quite a lot of buildings, jeopardizing hundreds of lives. In the process, it managed to reach our building and destroyed quite a lot of essential equipment to filter the sewage water. Our workers have been put to task trying to restore everything, but the damage is done.”
Katie nodded and said, “So the water is contaminated because the fire destroyed the filters?”
“Uh huh.”
“Is NYWF taking the blame for it, then?”
There was a moment’s pause. Kristine stared into Katie’s eyes as if taunting her.
“No. It wasn’t our fault. The fire damaged our equipment.”
“Oh, I see,” Katie said and then looked at her mug of coffee she was holding. She stirred it with a spoon and didn’t look back up.
“So, the NYWF is creating a chemical solution that will alter the water in New York City forever. It’s called hydrocholorastic benzyte. It breaks down compounds in the liquid that could be potentially dangerous for us to consume. You see, if we mix this with our water it would destroy anything that could harm us.”
Katie Benson stared blankly back at the life-changing scientist.
“If you realize what we’ve created, you’d see that we could save lives. We could clean water forever. All of those horrible lakes in Africa and third-world countries could be saved by this one element of science.”
Finishing up her agenda of things to tell the world, she stated, “Help us. Help us save the world and build a better one. Help us build Utopia.”
