09-15-2015, 09:08 AM
Using the terminal, he managed to flag down a sky taxi, a floating, closed speeder painted yellow and covered in lettering and numbers. Opening one of the doors and entering, he addressed the driver and gave him the requested destination, and then resigned himself to peering out at the city around him as he flew over top of it.
He wished he could still sense the darkness. He could tell that this city was drowning in dark emotions, just by the appearance of it. No matter how beautiful the top may look, he understood that facades were hardly ever true. The desperate hopelessness, the hate, the resentment, all of the things he wished he could still feel. And yet, here he sat, disconnected and soaring through the skies with ignorance clouding his eyes. It almost felt as if this were a profound moment for him, if he could muster enough to care to discern why.
It wasn’t long before they were nearing their destination, needling through the endless sea of metal towers and overhanging signs and lines of traffic that clouded the airway. The library was larger and much more repulsively designed than he anticipated it being. It was a spiraling tower of glass and steel, where all else was so closed and secluded. It was open, it was free, towering over most of the city like a beacon of light and knowledge.
It was disgusting...
Such beautiful architecture only lied to its denizens, depriving them of the truth of their hopeless and meaningless situations. Furthermore, he could already tell that this library was obviously a construct of propaganda by this so called “Empire.” As much as he needed what knowledge he could scrape together about the situation he found himself in, to have that knowledge be potentially compromised was an irritating thought to him.
Not to even mention that he disliked entering “open” and “welcoming” places, especially if they were libraries.
It was minutes before the speeder stopped at the entrance, a walkway that ended into nothing and operated similarly as a curb would to a street. Walking onto the cool, gray, smooth steel once more and closing the door of the car behind him, he walked casually towards the entrance made of, so surprisingly, glass. How frail this building must be!
“I am not going to find this pleasant in the least…” He spoke as he ignored and walked past the two stormtroopers that also guarded this entrance for some unknown reason.
He wished he could still sense the darkness. He could tell that this city was drowning in dark emotions, just by the appearance of it. No matter how beautiful the top may look, he understood that facades were hardly ever true. The desperate hopelessness, the hate, the resentment, all of the things he wished he could still feel. And yet, here he sat, disconnected and soaring through the skies with ignorance clouding his eyes. It almost felt as if this were a profound moment for him, if he could muster enough to care to discern why.
It wasn’t long before they were nearing their destination, needling through the endless sea of metal towers and overhanging signs and lines of traffic that clouded the airway. The library was larger and much more repulsively designed than he anticipated it being. It was a spiraling tower of glass and steel, where all else was so closed and secluded. It was open, it was free, towering over most of the city like a beacon of light and knowledge.
It was disgusting...
Such beautiful architecture only lied to its denizens, depriving them of the truth of their hopeless and meaningless situations. Furthermore, he could already tell that this library was obviously a construct of propaganda by this so called “Empire.” As much as he needed what knowledge he could scrape together about the situation he found himself in, to have that knowledge be potentially compromised was an irritating thought to him.
Not to even mention that he disliked entering “open” and “welcoming” places, especially if they were libraries.
It was minutes before the speeder stopped at the entrance, a walkway that ended into nothing and operated similarly as a curb would to a street. Walking onto the cool, gray, smooth steel once more and closing the door of the car behind him, he walked casually towards the entrance made of, so surprisingly, glass. How frail this building must be!
“I am not going to find this pleasant in the least…” He spoke as he ignored and walked past the two stormtroopers that also guarded this entrance for some unknown reason.