Flirt: Level One!
1540 Words
This story is set on New Nakatomi Island in the year 2040 ad of our future.
New Nakatomi Island spans waters from the West Coast of North America to Japan.
New Nakatomi Island is divided into two regions, East and West.
New Nakatomi Island West is located nearer Japan while New Nakatomi Island East stretches out towards the space between where the U.S. states of Hawaii and California used to be.
New Nakatomi Island West has all the cities with their high rise buildings and offices, with domestic populations living on the outskirts.
New Nakatomi Island East has all worlds best environmental and recycling industries on its coastline with food production towards the centre.
The mainstream teenage fashion of the 2040’ is best described as ‘Cyber Harajuku kawaii blanc’
Put in slang as ‘Cy-har-kaw-blank’ or ‘blankies’.
Lotas of white accented with very pale colours with large use of symbols denoting the number four, candy skulls, and Ankhs.
The Preferred jewellery colour of the ‘blankies’ is sliver.
There are other less mainstream fashions on the fringes of society,
Such as the ‘Cy-har-kaw-noirs’ or ‘normies’ who were 1950’s style office suits.
The ‘normies’ are the aggressive counterculture of this time.
Wearing mostly black of grey suits with trilby hats that would have been the staple of the American office in the 1950s but in today's context denotes the sort of person who takes strong combat drugs and is usually a criminal.
There is also the ‘Cy-har-kaw-rouges’ or ‘Reds’ whose fashion is almost the same, cut and style-wise as the ‘blankies’ but whose colours are mostly bright reds with hints of green with golden jewellery.
Those who follow the ‘Reds’ fashion are mostly harmless counter cultures, who listen to “Real music” rather than “Blankie Pop” music!
They are often the “less popular” kids.
In this 2040 world, Gaming and E-Sports are very big!
All the “jocks” and college sponsorships come for E-sports.
And the biggest of all the E-Sports is from a game called Date-A-Holics.
Date-A-Holics, a virtual game of social interactions and embarrassments.
Where vertical soap opera meets big game arena sports!
On the inland of Eastern end of New Nakatomi Island West was the third-largest city ‘Willis’.
(The capital city was called ‘Bruce’)
On the eastern side outskirts of “Willis” was the suburb of “Gren”.
It is at Gren Highschool where we start our story.
We see a girl, or rather a young while haired woman aged between nineteen and twenty years age, in her college uniform, running.
She is late!
Her name is Blonde Beam.
Blonde Beam had cold knees.
Blonde Beam also had cold legs.
The chilly wind kept catching her little check patterned skirt.
Sometimes, but not always, she felt it would be nice to be able to wear a longer skirt on cold days.
But that was the uniform, unfortunately.
It would also have been nicer to have had slightly thicker material on her college blouse!
Blonde Beam was also late for her college writing class.
Blonde Beam had accidentally ‘slept in’ after staying up all night.
Blonde Beam was trying to break into Silver rankings on the Date-A-Holics computer game.
For Blonde Beam, college courses were only her back up plan.
Blonde Beam’s real plan was to be a professional gamer.
Blonde Beam’s game of choice?
Date-A-Holics!
Date-A-Holics!
Was the international online gamer hit with vast amounts of prize money cash?
You had to “Level up” from Shy Geek Nerd to Game World Vixen.
By having a successful online “Dates” past lots of virtual obstacles.
The player with the most character seductions ‘kisses’ in a given time wins a game round!
But if you gained too many “Love hearts” on your character, then the game avatar ‘falls in love’ with their target date and loses the game!
Blonde Bean was only sixty-nine points away from getting to the Silver rankings.
The Silver rankings were the first ranking tears where you got some money.
Silver tear money was not great, but it was a start!
But Blonde Beam also had too many love hearts on her character than She would have liked!
Too many Love Hearts was bad!
If your character fell in love then they lost the game and that meant losing levels!
Blonde Beam half ran down the corridor to class.
Blonde Beam could not break into a full run or she would get in trouble.
Running in the corridors was not allowed.
The floors were very shiny.
If you looked down you could see your face clearly in the polished blue marble.
They were almost as good as a mirror if you ever needed to very quickly check your makeup!
It was also useful for the boys too if they needed to check that their hair or ties were ok.
The boys at her college always seemed a little vain, always checking themselves on the shiny floor around her.
So Blonde Beam half-ran down the corridor, her skirt flapping around her cold knees.
Blonde Beam got to the classroom door and politely knocked.
“Come in” Came the stern voice of her Language professor,
Blonde Beam stepped in and did a polite curtsy.
“Sorry professor for being late,” Blonde Beam said
“I do beg you pardon”
The professor, Mr Pantite, frowned and nodded.
Quickly seemed to be checking his own tie was straight on the shinny floor before returning his eyes to the class.
“He is just as vain as all the other male students,” Blonde Beam thought, as she raised from her curtsy.
Blondie Beam sat down quickly and opened her books.
She did not seem to have missed much.
Almost without thinking, Blonde Beam started to fiddle and unfold a spare paperclip.
As Mr Pantite returned to the whiteboard, Blonde Beams best friend leaned over and whispered.
“Why were you late Blondie?”
Blonde Beams best friend was called Noir Manners.
Noir Manners bobbed hair was as a dark blue-black while Blonde Beams hair was bleached almost white.
Noir Manner had dark brown eyes, while Blonde Beams eyes were crystal blue.
Blonde Beam had a slight even tan that she was very proud of, while Noir Manners was unusually yet attractively very pale.
They looked very opposite to each other.
“I was THIS close to getting into silver last night,” Said Blonde Beam.
“THIS CLOSE!” Blonde Beam said again, Showing her fingertips close together in front of her own eyes.
“What stopped you getting silver?” Asked Noir Manners
“I had to bail!” Replied Blonde Beam
“I was getting too many ‘love heart’ on my emotion meter!” Blonde Beam continued, still fiddling with the unfolded paperclip.
“That does not sound like you…?” Quizzed Noir Manners, “Who were you playing against?”
“I was only sixty-nine point’s away from silver tear!” Replied Blonde Beam.
“I was fine until the game gave me a date against a player called FoxyMan88” Said Blonde Beam.
“His compliment strikes were doing too much damage, Luckily I managed to bomb his characters attraction score with a fart nerf, otherwise my character would have fallen in love with him!”
“I can't afford to drop down now!”
“I need to hit silver before the end of the game season in three weeks!”
“Besides I still need to get some sleep before class!”
Noir Manners nodded wisely, “I Understand,” She said.
“You are going to have to decide soon which to follow, college of a gaming career!”
“If you get to silver tear, you will not have enough time to fit in both!”
“And STOP fiddling with her piece of wire!”
“It’s a hard, high-risk choice,” Said Blonde Beam.
“AND, I fiddle to relax when I am stressed!”
“YOU KNOW THAT!”
“What will you do?” Asked Noir Manners,
Noir Moanners was getting irritated,
Blonde Beam was still fiddling with the unfolded paperclip!
It was very distracting!
“I do not know yet” Blonde Beam replied.
Blonde Beam fingers rolling the bit of wire in her hands.
There was a sudden smashing of glass
Everyone turned to see what it was.
Noir Manners blicked blankly in shock.
Blonde Beam looked down on Noir Manners college school desk.
There was glass all over it.
ON the desk in from of her starring friend was the object that had smashed the classroom window.
The fairly heavy object that the whole room was starring at now in stunned surprise!.
The object was black with a large yellow smiling emoji on it.
Underneath was written,
“Have A Nice Death!”
It was a military-grade, anti-personal, frag grenade!
- Writer
