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Sci-Fi Cinderella, Opening
Feb. 22nd, 2014 05:06 pmJust mucking about with a possible opening to the story. Not sure if it works yet or not.
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Cindy dreamed of moonlight. Earth’s moon, hanging in the sky above her as she stood atop a tor on an island, the moss under her bare feet, the skirt of her blue silk dress twirling around her as she turned, looking up at the stars in the night sky and the Moon seeming to fill half of it, rising above the horizon in the distance.
She knew it was a dream even while she was dreaming it. She’d never seen the moon of Lost Earth except in photographs taken by probes or by astronauts. Her entire life had been spent in Tower Three, a five kilometer tall, half a kilometer wide colossus, rising up out of Titan's thick methane atmosphere as it orbited around Saturn.
Now Saturn, Cronus in Greece before being co-opted by the Romans, that god world she knew. She had seen it with her own eyes from Tower Three's rooftop gardens, peering down through the transparent roof, in all its marvelous colors and its incredible rings. The god of cities and chaos, benevolently watching over the Free Humans as they built their new civilization among the outer worlds, out of reach from the Groupmind's grasping machine culture and Ring that kept Earth lost to Humanity.
The dream shattered as her alarm buzzed loudly, waking her to a new day, and to reality. To the coffin room that was her home now, one of hundre identical units in this section of quarters, dug a kilometer into Titan's crust to anchor the Tower. Saturn's light didn't reach this far down, and Cindy doubted she'd ever see it again.
* * *
Cindy dreamed of moonlight. Earth’s moon, hanging in the sky above her as she stood atop a tor on an island, the moss under her bare feet, the skirt of her blue silk dress twirling around her as she turned, looking up at the stars in the night sky and the Moon seeming to fill half of it, rising above the horizon in the distance.
She knew it was a dream even while she was dreaming it. She’d never seen the moon of Lost Earth except in photographs taken by probes or by astronauts. Her entire life had been spent in Tower Three, a five kilometer tall, half a kilometer wide colossus, rising up out of Titan's thick methane atmosphere as it orbited around Saturn.
Now Saturn, Cronus in Greece before being co-opted by the Romans, that god world she knew. She had seen it with her own eyes from Tower Three's rooftop gardens, peering down through the transparent roof, in all its marvelous colors and its incredible rings. The god of cities and chaos, benevolently watching over the Free Humans as they built their new civilization among the outer worlds, out of reach from the Groupmind's grasping machine culture and Ring that kept Earth lost to Humanity.
The dream shattered as her alarm buzzed loudly, waking her to a new day, and to reality. To the coffin room that was her home now, one of hundre identical units in this section of quarters, dug a kilometer into Titan's crust to anchor the Tower. Saturn's light didn't reach this far down, and Cindy doubted she'd ever see it again.
