Wonderland

Koa stood against the fence after pitching practice talking to Jon and Shima. He held his hat in his hand, in which the ball sat in. His orangy-red spikes were tall and blew in the breeze. His large blue eye turned towards Jon.

“That was nice throwing out there. Hopefully it’ll help us with our game tomorrow,” Koa said, running his fingers through his hair.

“If not then I guess I’ll find a new boyfriend,” Shima joked, looking at Koa. Her choppy black bob flew in her face as she looked away from him.

“It’s getting late,” Jon said, looking at the dark sky.

“Yeah. I gotta head home,” Shima chimed.

“It’s not that late-it only looks that way,” Koa replied, knowing better.

“Either way, I gotta get home before it gets much darker,” Shima spoke.

“We’ll walk you,” both men offered simultaneously. Koa eyed Jon. Didn’t he have something to go do?

They walked through the cold Tokyo streets, hands in there pockets until they reached her place.

“I’ll see you guys tomorrow,” Shima said, as she headed for her doorstep. Koa, without hesitance, met her there and kissed her. When it was over she smiled, then hit him on the head.

“Bye,” she spoke sweetly, then entered her house and shut the door.

Ch. 1, Part 2

“21 Questions”

Koa woke up, after appearing to blank out as it encroached on what he thought was the next day. It was- but it wasn’t real. I mean- it was- but not for him. Everything was 3D-no shell shading, no vibrant colors, no artistic nothing. And without mention of that he felt all of these tiny wires in his head.

What the fuck?

He realized he cursed; something that wasn’t him- or was it?

What is all this shit hooked into my head? I barely feel it, but what the fuck? I looked out of the windshield of the ship I’d slept in to see a bunch of daylit sky. Not a tree, not a house, nothing but fogged up space.

I felt someone behind me and turned around in my seat. Tall guy, slim, apparently not too unlike myself, only I was undoubtedly more toned than he. How the hell was that?

“Good morning,” he spoke, friendly enough. I wasn’t looking for friendly. I was looking for some mother fucking answers.

“Why the hell am I here?” I asked, straight to the point. I didn’t want to waste time.

“Sir you’re a class A pilot,” he answered.

Goddammit.

“And what the hell does that mean?”

He went ahead and broke it down.

“You pilot gundams for the R2’s. You’ve been doing it at least a year now. You’re our best,” he said.

“What the hell are R2’s?” I asked. I didn’t need more shit to decode.

“Machines and robots are to formal. We call them robots instead. You know, as in,”

“R2D2,” I said, ending his silly yet true answer. “And why the hell is that?” I asked, referring to why the hell I was piloting for some stuck up metal actor.

“A genius inventor by the name of Tite Yamata created a one of a kind robot. Smarter and more dexterous than any before. Literally a human made of metal. He created it with the intent of manufacturing a human’s slave. However, the first one he created had emotions, a free will. His first mistake. The machine, realizing it was created simply to cater to mankind devised a revolt. We, the humans, did our utmost to defeat them. However we all know that machines cannot die as we do. They have self-preservation systems. And because of that, they came back and destroyed most of our kind and our home. The survivors were in turn, made their slaves.

“How did you know all of that? And why aren’t you scrubby like the rest of us?”

“I’m a hand. You really don’t remember?”

“No, I don’t. And what the hell is that?”

“It means I protect and oversee all slave units.”

“Really? And they trust you to do all that and not revolt?”

“I can’t. See,” he turned around to show me the hideous bump on his back that led to his brain. Some sort of chip crammed up there. Fucking disturbing.

He soon turned around.

“And may I add that you’ve been asleep a straight week?”

“And?”

“No rest for the weary. The dreams aren’t real anyways so why the hell fall for them?”

“It’s not real?”

He laughed at my momentary ignorance.

“It’s not funny. I don’t remember shit. Inform me or leave me the fuck alone.”

I guess my language changed his haughtier- than- thou- shoe- up- my- ass attitude.

“No. It’s a program they created called wonderland. Wherever your life with humans left off, Wonderland keeps the façade of that going. So you’re satisfied. But it’s not uncommon for you to lose short term memory after feeding on the program so long. I took over for you. I won’t again,” he added. “Work now,” he ordered. I know that stool pigeon bastard wasn’t ordering me around. What the hell ever. I just decided to let that shit go. I had other problems.

Authors Note

Well, I hope you enjoyed the chapter. This story was inspired by the- I won’t give it away. But if you notice my imagery, in wonderland, everything is an anime. He wakes up and it’s real. He’s forgotten what was real because he was there so long. Forgive the curses, they just give character to Koa, so you can kinda see the good and bad of him out of his own mouth. Well, if not in a couple hours, look for a new chapter tomorrow cause I wrote the first three chapters at once. Feel free to chop my head off or smother me in a review. Better than not giving one. And I don’t blame you if you don’t read this as much as you did my others. This is kinda conservative for me. I say that cause everything else is like glamour, Tarantino, blood, super action. This was written kinda like a drama. But, enjoy it for what it’s worth and I hope I didn’t waste this post.