Reality Skimming

Diff the Dragon – Part Fortysix

Diff the Dragon by Angela Lott, illustrations by Richard Bartrop. An Okal Rel Universe Legacy Novella featuring the young Alivda

Angela Lott is the middle child of Lynda’s three daughters. She did two years of Business schooling at the College of New Caledonia and is now working as a receptionist at her local FYiDoctors. In her spare time she enjoys writing, video blogging, reading and watching very nerdy TV shows.

Part 46

Alivda was bored with the adults. They couldn’t go as fast as she could and, though that had been awesome to start with, now it just meant she was way ahead of them. But she was on Rire!

There’s got to be something fun to do here, she thought.

She skipped, jogged, danced and ran till she was off the trail. She had come out onto a street as far as she could tell.

If she had stopped to think about it, she would have realized this meant Rire had a very diverse variety of areas in its cities: green growing areas mixed with commercial and residential and a well-designed transit system running through the whole thing.

But of course Alivda wasn’t thinking about that. She ran off to see what she could find.

In one direction there were some kids playing what looked to her like a very boring game of sitting and looking at screens.

In another direction were people waiting in line. Maybe this wasn’t going to be so entertaining after all.

But in the next direction she found food. People sitting and eating food. At the café they had been at earlier she hadn’t seen anybody eating food, just drinking out of paper and reading things. It had all looked rather boring to her. But now she realized she was hungry and it was all interesting again.

She couldn’t see where the food had come from though.

“Could you tell me where you got that?” she asked a brown-skinned woman seated drinking tea, eating a sandwich and reading a book.

“There is a dispenser right over there,” the woman said, amazed to see a white person at all let alone one with blonde hair and blue eyes! Such pigments were essentially extinct on Rire due to those genes’ recessive nature and years and years of an equal sociality.

“Thanks!” Alivda yelled back as she ran to where the lady had pointed.

“Press here,” she said to herself. “Okay then.” As she pressed the bottom hot liquid came out of a hole in the middle of the machine.

“Well, how am I supposed to drink that?” she said to herself then she saw cups sitting next to the machine and figured it out. Within a minute, Alivda had a piping hot cup of coffee in her hand.

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