Infinity Loop-Phases 1 and 2

Infinity Loop

"Imagination is more important than knowledge." ~ Albert Einstein.


[Phase 1]

Vyolet worked carefully on her latest creation, after three years of endless trial-and-error she was finally close to completion of what she considered to be her magnum opus. The device was small enough to fit into any pocket and  had the potential to finally push technology past the limit. As far as Vyolet was concerned, this device was so far ahead of the curve that it was a more than just a landmark in the history of technological science; it was its future. Vyolet was so excited of the prospect of finally realizing her vision that she lost concentration on the delicate work required to finish the micro-processors that she forgot to earth her anti-static gloves and short circuited the entire system, leaving nothing behind but a burned-out hulk of silicon and aluminum.

Vyolet flung the empty shell at across the room, nearly striking her brother with it as he entered the room. The lanky 17 year old Marcus lowered his arms and eyed the metal piece that had sailed dangerously close to his head.

"That was close, what's gotten into you Vy?"

"Nothing, what are you doing down here anyway? I told you I was busy."

"Mom wants to talk to you about something."

Vyolet rolled her eyes and answered in an acid tone; "She's not going to try to set me up with another one of those losers again is she? I've already told her I prefer being alone."

"It sounds like there's something different this time, I'm sure it won't take long."

"Tell her I'll be there as soon as I'm finished down here, if she can't wait that long, she knows where I am." said Vyolet, waving her brother off with a dismissive gesture.

Her brother raised his index finger as if he were about to say something; a protest? Advice? A few choice words about her attitude? We would never know because her lowered it again and shut the door.

Vyolet waited for the sound of hydraulics of the lift that went up to the main floor of the house and was at last able to continue her work, she picked up the prototype of her latest invention and took it back to her workstation. Strangely enough the device wasn't ruined. Vyolet was at least happy that she wouldn't have to start from scratch, which was at least some respite.

The power management system was still working fine so was most of the other hardware, is was the interface inside, the nerve-center that had been delivered the biggest blow. Without the internal interface running perfectly the machine was only a shadow of the glory it was yet to achieve. Vyolet put the device down and went back to work on the circuit-boards that made this device such a revolution.

It was six whole hours later before Vyolet realized that she'd been working herself too hard. The interface had been finished and the operating system had been laid out in its basic form, ready to be updated with the hundreds of features that Vyolet herself had developed for this machine alone.

Vyolet walked off to the back of the room and poured herself another mug of coffee, then sauntered her way over to the large, green leather sofa at the back of the room  where she had spent many nights dreaming of all her possible ideas becoming reality and her biggest dream of finally getting off this placid, perpetual suburb.

Vyolet had been on Venus all her life and always had an itch in her foot to be somewhere else, like she was wasting her life here and couldn't fulfill  her true potential on this rock.

It was a very nice rock to be on, however. Vyolet had at least been blessed with living in the richer zone of the colony in the centre. The outer rings belonged to the workers and slave-drivers who kept the city afloat but they were hidden behind white carbon walls and the mirror-like lake that formed a moat around the boarders of the financial district.

Vyolet's father was the CEO of transportation and exports, he had made a lot of money in this business and knew a lot of people and as such Violet was privileged to reap the benefits of her father's position to obtain her own workshop and buy some rather rare technological relics from the 20th and 21st century including a modified V8 with twin turbo-chargers and a custom crafted dump-valve.

Her most prized possession of all was her Nova TL8 handheld personal organizer. She couldn't live without it and it often puzzled her how people could've lived on Earth in the 21st century with the technology they had to put up with in their time.  

Vyolet sipped her coffee and waited for her mother to storm into the room after she had purposely 'forgotten' to go up and talk to her about whatever it was she wanted to talk about. Her Nova TL8 alerted her that she had received a message, it was, of course, from her mother.

"Need to speak with you, see me in office."

Violet deleted the message and went back to sipping her coffee, she wasn't going to move until she'd drunk every last drop.

[Phase 2]

"We build too many walls and not enough bridges." ~Isaac Newton

The outskirts of Arcadian were nothing but rusted hulks and twisted metal. Bolts and rivets dripped with grime as teeth ground into dusty gears and between them flowed the blood of the workers. This concept was also vice versa, the workers put their blood into keeping the city functioning at all times, but the city itself was in their blood too. They knew every nook and cranny from the tiniest spring to the widest pipe, like rats in a sewer they knew where the best places were to hide from the eternal dogma of the upper class societies.

Kale was a weathered man, the kind of guy who'd seen his fair share of horrors and lived through them all. He wasn't like the other workers who toiled in overground in the desert landscapes on the surface of Venus, he was considered lazy by their standards but to himself he felt that he was barely getting by until he found a way out of this mess the other called a life.

Kale leaned against the railings and looked out over the city towards its gilded heart wondering what the inhabitants with all their money and success were doing at that very moment. He wished he had their easy lives and their free time, he wished that he could wake up one day and be one of them, never having to worry about anything more than how they were going to spend all their countless free time and untold piles of wealth.

The thoughts dwindled and eventually faded into nothingness when the lights above the city dimmed and the stars shone through. The tinted glass of the dome above him showed the galaxy as it was, for all it was worth there was nothing more honest than staring into the naked glory of natural creation.

Kale lay down on a tarp and stared upward to count the stars the world drifted around him and even though it was getting into late hours of the night the city still churned and roared in all its mechanical fury, there was never any silence in the outer zones and the only places he would find complete solace were unattainable; it was either the heart of the city within the glowing white sparkle of the financial districts or the cold indifference of space and as dangerous as it was to be in either, he wished to belong to them more than anything in the world. The world he had to face was nothing more than a constant struggle for peace.

Even over the sound of the gears turning and the humming machinery that sustained the gravity, power and air to the city stretching out across and below the dusty surface, he could hear the shouts of mechanics and other men and women. Orders being called out from foremen and arguments that rose from nearby apartment complexes, this was life out here toward the surface. Noisy and dirty, but surprisingly there was little violent crime even in the outer rings of the city peace was maintained by a series of sensors and cameras that alerted security force whenever things got out of hand in the public eye. The worst crime that usually occurred was the occasional theft and domestic violence, Venus was a nice place to live but even human tendencies for violence couldn't being prevented.

Kale closed his eyes trying to drown out the sounds of the busy city around him and picturing himself somewhere peaceful