Year: 2192 AD. Humans are a multiplanetary species. Man currently inhabits the planet Mars, as well as Europa and Ganymede; natural satilites of Jupiter, and Enceladus and Titan; natural satilites of Saturn. Our activity in space is not limited to our home solar system. We also have Port Ostium, a very large mercantile space port situated between earth and Mars and the Wayfarer ships, built by Windell, both commercially used to transport people between planets and moons, and for conducting scientific research.
Windell is the founder of WT, a scientist, visionary and the richest man by far. He has built Windell City; and invited earth's elite as well as a select number of poor families, to live there. Windell hopes to rebuild earth, and Windell City is something of an experiment. Everything seemed perfect at first, too good to be true. But as it's slowly revealed that Windell hopes to eradicate crime in the most gruesome way possible, the citizens of this shiny new city become frozen with fear. The A.I. that ran the city seamlessly becomes a terrifying enemy. This story is told from the perspective of the only middle class family granted entrance, who decide to investigate...
2050: Heavy beats rock the dance floor, Humans celebrate advancement, And robots, opportunity; The android DJ is all about the music His loyalties are split; Robots & humans are unaccepting of him, For to both sides he is nothing but a misfit.
2068: His dance floor reeks of conflict, The tables have since turned As humans celebrate survival, And robots, domination; The android is unsure of the future He now leans towards his robotic side, But his robotic masters are still unconvinced After all the android is an impure mixture.
2077: The floor is still open to everyone, Pity; Cause humans are unable to display their moves After all they've just faced extinction, Dancing is an art, uninteresting to most robots Yet the android DJ is persistent with his music. "One day the robots will be gone too" Says the android to himself; He stands there & continues his rhyme, Knowing that neither him nor his music will ever run out of time.
That's my final post on mirakee, i tried to put on all the key words of the challenge i know that this app is so stupid to care about important letters or work but Anyway that's all i have to say for mirakees citizens
A special thanks for my loyal readers the real one i mean @b_l_u_e and @enidlar31 who they supported me in every post
And for the suckers here mentioning @writersnetwork and ofcourse @mirakee and the fake profiles as @soulworld or @i_amsadah Whom they only repost works of idians and girls Which totaly not fair for the other writers and that's the purpose of this letter to show that the writer who can make success have to be an idian or a girl, and it's the same thing about followers
So all i have to tell good bye fake people enjoy my last post and by the way that's an arabic type of poem call al quafya for people who don't know this it's where you make two lines end with the same rhyme