Good Morning/Afternoon/Evening/Night(whichever one it is in your part of the world),
Hi! I'm back to read the first chapter of this...if the prologue was anything to go by this should be awesome.
First Impression: That's a really good first chapter that you've got here. You establish the setting really well, I love the way that you chose to let us know of the main laws here especially because that was so wonderfully done with subtle hints and only a tiny little bit of exposition. So far the characters are pretty good too...I got a really good sense of James' and Murali's personality. Richard seems a little bland at the moment but I guess that will be changing as we go on. It's still the first chapter after all.
Anyway let's get right to it,
“Excuse me what?”
The air was heavy in this district, smog probably. It choked ones throat and stung their eyes but James didn’t care, he was used to it. The voice calling down to him was muffled, James turned to see where it was coming from. A man in a construction helmet and utility jumpsuit, he cupped his hands and looked as if he was yelling at someone. Slowly James hearing cleared, he hadn’t even realise he didn’t have it.
Pretty neat opening there. You can clearly see that this is set in some bad times from the smog and how James is already used to it. And the description of the yelling also makes it really good at getting someone's attention.
Offices loomed overhead. A skyscraper breached the clouds, he had never seen the top as it was always hidden by the constant roof of grey cloud. The building next to it, a drab concrete square with slanted windows, it barely reached half the height of the skyscraper. It was James workplace, if it had a name he couldn’t remember. Inside a wave of cool air rushed over him and the familiar musty smell of old carpet filled his nose. Looking over at the receptionist’s desk showed an empty chair and a Commodore HRRC computer sat on the desk. A blur of information showed on the screen, it made a soft humming sound, automated. The man waited for the elevator to descend and felt a presence behind him. Not bothering to turn around he continued to wait patiently, the elevator opened, grinding metal on metal and as he stepped inside the man behind him followed. He wore a heavy looking black overcoat, his hair had been cropped to one side. On his lapel there was HRRC ensign. A Commissar, a junior one.
Great description to establish the setting for the scene. You've done a great job with the man's description too.
“Very well Jameson.” The elevator door creaked open and he nodded slightly, “Have a good day now.” He felt the corner of his lips move upward, a reflex nothing more.
Okay....at this point I can't tell why James would even acknowledge the dude if he isn't going to actually ask a question but I suppose that's maybe a rule or something?
When he finally reached his floor James walked past cubicle after cubicle, some were empty others had men or women like himself sitting there blankly typing away the only movement their eyes flicking from the screen to the keyboard. He adjusted his tie and sat down in his chair, it groaned under his weight which was discomforting as James was a relatively light man. As he watched his computer screen flash on, he heard someone rapping on the cubicle walls. A short stocky man with dark skin greeted James. His curly hair and round face catered a dopey grin and sharp clear brown eyes.
Another great description that you have here.
With a flash of realisation James instinctively felt his lips curl upwards. “Why good morning Murali.” He repeated enthusiastically. “Why I feel stupendous this fine morning. Didn’t drink too much last night did you?”
Murali laughed loudly without mirth. He briefly stared at his co-worker, the creases scrunching together as he willed his smile wider. The sound of the elevator door closing was all he needed, his face fell and he looked around. The Commissar was gone. He nodded slightly to James and returned to the cubicle in front of him.
Very nice subtle way to show that this happiness thing is an enforced law, its much better than if you'd mentioned this any other more straightforward way.
“What did he do?” James looked over the cubicle wall at Murali he stared blankly at his computer.
“Apparently he had a breakdown on floor 6. The guy just collapsed, tears, screaming the whole shemozzle. I heard he didn’t stop even when the HRRC showed up.”
That seems like something that James would also have heard of. I mean don't things like that usually have a habit of being spread around fast....unless this is supposed to be hush hush in this universe and Murali is just one of those guys that seem to know all the gossip.
This same process happened day in and day out, work, sleep, work again. Nothing changed, nothing happened. Nothing ever changed in this city. It had been 3 years – if the calendar was correct – since James had got this job. There were no weekends, no breaks, and the constant enforcement of ‘keeping your spirits up’ by the HRRC really made everyone’s life a living hell. James was used to it, he knew what they were trying to do… or at least intended too. It had been 8 years since ‘the big one’ with the onset of despair from the huge losses, suicide rates skyrocketed. The world was falling apart, but the HRRC stopped this… to an extent. With new laws enforcing heavy fines on suicides, families and close friends had to pay the cost. James thought it humorous, that law could’ve gone two ways. It would work, or it would not and everyone would die.
Little chunk of exposition here...and I think that's about the perfect amount to have at the start of a novel like this so it's nice to see so far and that last line is such a nice little observation.
“Just a little holiday, is all.” Murali responded, he hurried off before James could ask more questions. Richard followed. The trio walked through empty streets – everyone was at work – they finally reached a smaller alley and turned down it. James was starting to get anxious, he knew skipping work would result in severe punishment but he expected that. He really didn’t want to get involved in some shady business. They approached a doorway covered in graffiti. Murali rapped on the door a few times, it was finally opened after he started pounding his fist on the door.
Well things are definitely taking a turn here...good buildup of the tension.
“Yes you do.” Murali smiled. “Besides the HRRC never come here, so there’s nothing to worry about.” As if on cue, they heard someone banging on the door. James froze, the hairs on his neck stood up. Being found with contraband got you sent to a ‘company encouragement’ camp. He had seen the people who came back, they weren’t… right. That was not something he wanted to experience. A million thoughts rushed through his head as James waited for hell to walk through that door.
Well that was definitely on cue there.
“Well now what do we have here?” she said in a teasing manner. Not the cold, authoritative tone James expected from a commissar like herself. She spotted James gawking at her and smiled at him.
What the hell…
Ooooh nice place to end the first chapter. Really nice choice of cliffhanger there. And now to wonder what on Earth could have been up with that commissar.
Aaaaand that's it for this one.
Overall: Overall this is a great first chapter that you've got right here. It's got all the things that you could want from one...establishes the setting nicely, has a good flow to it, introduces our protagonist pretty well and also creates a nice little conflict there to keep is reading. And all I now have to say is good job!
As always remember to take what you think was helpful and forget the rest.
Stay Safe
Harry
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