The year 3000. After over half of humanity was wiped out in the Nuclear war of 2018, a small percentage of rich officials escaped from what was left of planet Earth to a space station built by the US government. Through years of development and hard work the small structure evolved into a planet sized utopia known to its residents as “New Earth.”
Ziek sped through the city suburbs, his long black hair flowing behind him in the breeze. He briefly glimpsed the towering apartment buildings and the recently built residential bungalows through his night vision goggles as he passed them at tremendous speed, before stopping outside the crumbling flat where his friend Luke was waiting for him. He climbed off his sleek new motorcycle and unzipped his rucksack, handing Luke a small silver pen drive. Luke pocketed it, and handed Ziek 5UC (Universal Currency) as payment.
“I’m surprised your dad hasn’t fired you yet.” Said Luke, as Ziek clambered back onto the motorcycle. “There’s hardly any need for a delivery boy with all the new drones being produced.” “None of them are as fast as me though.” Ziek said grinning, as he felt the engine roar beneath his feet. He waved Luke goodbye, then sped off back towards the centre of the city. By the time he arrived home the sun had already risen, and almost all the drunk lunatics who had been wandering around in his back garden were asleep. Ziek was planning to go straight to bed himself, but as soon as he opened the front door he was embraced in a tight hug by his mother.
“Oh, Ziek thank goodness your home!” She said, brushing the dust of his jacket. “Your father told me yesterday that you’d be on the nightshift again, he really overworks you. Now come into the kitchen and have some pancakes while I try and reason with the people outside.” Ziek did as he was told, trying not to fall asleep at the table whilst his mother delivered toast and blankets to the people outside. Ever since the new Shining Stars Night Club opened next door this had become part of her morning routine, and when Ziek asked why she did it, she said it was more effective then carrying them out the gate.
Ziek was halfway up the stairs to his bedroom when he heard a knock at the door. He opened it, and saw one of the company drones hovering there with a letter addressed to him. “Good morning Clark.” He said, taking the package from him. “What was your time today?” “Ten minutes and forty-two seconds Master Boltman.” Said the Drone. Ziek nodded, and shut the door smiling. His best was 8.56.
Ziek climbed up the stairs into his room, and collapsed onto his silver hammock, swinging side to side. The sun was now streaming in through the window, which made sleep notoriously difficult. Still, eventually, his tired eyes flickered shut and he drifted off to sleep, blissfully unaware that 20 million kilometres away, an Alien fleet was heading straight towards the New Earth Space Station.