Future (Free Writing)
I've decided to do and upload more free-writing. As such, expect these to be less professional than other pieces, less fleshed out, and more just me spilling out whatever comes to mind in a single sitting. I still appreciate constructive criticism, just keep that in mind when doing so.
Mature for nudity (though no details to the like.)
This is dealing with a female fox, cryogenically frozen and thrust into a future world, being both comforted and confused by this. Highly inspired by me looking over some of foxer421's work, which I highly recommend anyone to check out.
I felt like I was living in a world straight out of Futurama, but without all the exaggerated scenarios and sciences. Actually, the only thing that was similar was the fact that I had been cryogenically frozen for a thousand years. Back in my own time, I was desperate. I was an unknown, only child orphan searching for the tiniest bit of cash. I suppose that's why I signed up for the science program to begin with. It makes sense, thinking back on it, why they accepted me without even a background check. They were eager to look for people who would hardly be missed. Before I could really reflect on the decision I had made, I was woke up some millennium and a quarter later and given a speech about what the company had done, how far in the future I was from my own time, how they could not awaken us any earlier, and how we each got enough money in the company's downfall to support us for a lifetime. To be honest, past the part about being frozen for 1300 years, I was hardly listening. The poor young man giving the speech knew this too. I found myself focusing into the tall, lanky otter's eyes and my mind wandered as to his position. It was no doubt a very sad speech to give, and one that would not accomplish much in terms of passing along knowledge. His speech had set off a number of people crying and sobbing, which led me to believe that I was, perhaps, and exception with my lack of emotional connection. The last note to us, and one that was stressed repeatedly, was that the section had been quarantined until our emotional composure had been determined by experts. I found myself to be soon annoyed with the objects I found around me. Though no one would confirm me, I knew that they had decorated the entire area various things from the time I was used to in order to comfort me. This annoyed me partially because I was eager to see what the current time period had to offer. This set up warning flags to the ones containing me, however, and ended me up with a shrink. Whats a vixen to do when her emotional ties to her world have all been bad? That was the gist of what I had argued to them, although they weren't as convinced with my reasoning. "Consider for a second that in one room, there lays an upstanding family with a child predisposed to loving family, stress on education, and everything one could consider good, upstanding, moral values." I had said at one point, completely assuming that these things still held merit in this time. ".. Now consider a family who beats their children and throws them in the street where they are raped and taught that people are bad, and the only one they can trust it themselves... does this child have a stronger or weaker tie to life than the aforementioned child?" At that point I had stared into the eyes of the plump, mink psychiatrist. Her eyebrow raised, and I blushed. "Ok, I guess I don't know the answer to this, and you probably do... and judging by your reaction, what I said makes absolutely no backing to my original point..." I stumbled on my words before raising a finger matter-of-factly, "But...!" My voice trailed and my face grew much more serious as I struggled to form words with my own thoughts. I had learned much in the months leading up to this, but compared to everyone else I knew nothing. They were nuclear scientists trying to reason with a caveman about the importance of their craft. I may not have known much about their sciences, but I knew about morality and how important a fresh start is, and if that was something that hadn't changed much in the times of Rome compared to the year I was born in, It must not have changed much between my time, and this. I looked back up to the concerned mink woman wielding a mostly transparent computer screen (that seemed to be simply a handle connected to a object that projected a screen image in front of her), in her hand.. "If you told me, back in my time, that I could have enough money to do whatever I want, go to whatever school I wanted, and learn whatever I want, for free, I would laugh at you and walk away. I would be lieing to say that the fact that everything I knew is long dead and gone doesn't bother me. It does.I'm in a confusing world I can only begin to understand, but I don't think if bothers me as much as other people, though, because what this is, more than anything, else is a clean slate. A fresh start." That was my first, logical, coherent thing I had said in that place with no name. I was there for few months before I was released, though I was told that keeping regular tabs with them was mandatory, and I was glad for that. The mink girl, Salena, took a special interest in me and kept contact. I assumed that what I said meant something to her, and I was glad. She had said I was smart, and that I was more likely to adapt to this world than anyone she had known. Something that was very flattering indeed. And so my life on earth began. "Welcome home, Beatrice." A robotic voice chimed as the metal door to my house slid open. I smiled toward no one in particular, but what I attributed to be the source of the voice. With a sigh, I tossed the light jacket upon the glass table that leaned against the wall of the hallway. The walls, floor, and ceiling, were light and metallic, but comforting. I had adorned the walls with various pieces of art, which were, of course, digital in nature. The fact that the entire house was so seamlessly integrated with technology and the central computer never ceased to amaze me. "Thank you, Steven. Your greeting never gets old." I said to the main computer, who I had named due to a lack of anything else creative. "Thank you, madam. Music for this afternoon?" It asked. It had quickly picked up on my love for music, and it pleased me. I felt like some sort of queen even though the technology was actually fairly dated to everyone else. "Ahh. Play me something relaxing. Chillout. Random." I replied, and made my way to the kitchen. my gaze turned out the huge, glass window out into the huge fields below and at looming stormclouds in the distance. The house sat on the edge of a cliff, both overlooking a huge field on one side and the ocean on the other. Though the home was dated, and rather cheap, the secluded nature gave me plenty of atmosphere to think and digest the world. Salena said it would take a while, but I was anxious. It had been a year, and sitting around and studying the world was doing little for me. I groaned uncomfortably and stripped myself of my clothes out of comfort, leaving only my panties to cover. I didn't technically need to wear clothes at all, as I had discovered most awkwardly that nudity was not only tolerated, but not thought of as odd at all. My bare paws especially felt comfort in the air flowing through sore digits, soles embracing the somewhat cold metalic floor. I looked over to the counter and grabbed the medium sized stick that was the equivalent to an uncountable amount of supercomputers in my past life, and sighed. "On." The screen emitted a small hum, that I had learned only happened for atmospheric reasons to it's costumers, and out popped a computer screen. I made my way to and out the patio, tapping buttons as the rain began to fall, rain coating my fur quickly. I let out a chuckle and smirk and said out loud. "Good to see the internet is exactly the same." I laughed, both as a joke and serious. It was a little something that made me feel not so alone. I sat down on the cold patio as rain pattered against it, stretching out and sighing as the rain dripped against and between my footpaws, feeling very comforting against my body, sore from an afternoon's run. "What do I do with myself?" I thought out loud, staring up at the greenish grey clouds. It was all so confusing. I had everything, yet nothing. Everything to do, all the time to do it... so why did I feel so bad. "I need a job..."