My Choice E-Book

Adriana Karvaiová

• Herausgeber: Tektime
• Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 39

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023

Beschreibung

The first novel of the ”In the not-so-distant future” series.
This story will both entertain you and give you food for thought. It is set In the not-so-distant future.
The main character Leo decides to have an evening out, however, he ends up not only learning about things that are common to us, but unfortunately not to him anymore, but also proves that being humane and considerate of the environment is the key to our survival.

Leseprobe

My Choice

In the not-so-distant future SERIES

Adriana Karvaiová

Copyright © 2023 Adriana Karvaiová

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Contents

Title Page

Copyright

A WELL-DESERVED REST

THE COMPANION

BOATING

EMA

A NEW ADVENTURE

A DEFECT

A LONG AWAITED MEETING

EXAM PASSED

LEO'S CHOICE

A WELL-DESERVED REST

The sound of the harp reminded the pensive Leo where he was and what he was waiting for. A single-seater drone, popularly known as a taxi, signaled its arrival this way, in addition to subtle flashes of pastel colors. As Leo moved a little closer to the door, it disappeared for a moment, only to reappear as soon as he got in, solid and unconquerable.

“Home,“ he instructed the machine, and while the route was being set automatically, he took a short breath of relief. That does it for today. Two difficult exams successfully passed. Time to chill.

Wasn’t it? Who‘ll be home at this time and in what mood? Will they question him how well he did today? Will he be able to resist the temptation to open the textbooks once more? He hesitated and glanced at the watch on the dashboard. In his mind, he praised the developers for having enabled to automatically adjust the commonly chosen routes as well as also the interior design according to the passenger's taste. Moreover, he was pleased not only with the design, but also with the time it read. It's not very late yet.

“Change, a new destination: Club…” He paused, clearing his throat a bit, trying to remember the name as he had recently heard it from his classmates.” Club The Possibilities? Alternatives? My option? I‘m not sure of the name.”

When Leo started school, he found that he wasn‘t fond of speaking taxis, so he preset silent communication. Various options were thus now projected onto the windshield, where he easily found the right one. ”Club My Choice.”

It wasn‘t long before the imaginary fingers strummed the invisible strings of the harp again, so that even the dozing passenger would find that he had reached his destination. The discreet entrance to the entertainment establishment greeted Leo warmly and then absorbed him to scan his face and, after checking his age, eligibility and financial situation, asked the dear visitor about his preferences.

”Random,” he said, as he was in no mood to select, although he knew that he was sort of risking experiences he might never want. The My Choice Club had only recently opened, but already gained a decent reputation for offering a wide range of leisure options matching parameters specified by the visitor, but the guest also did not have to make this decision himself. But Leo, having left the content and form of his relax to chance, took a step back and pronounced clearly:

”Including people,” which meant that he was to be accompanied by other guests with identical program choices, or professional entertainers. He knew from his own experience, as well as from the stories heard, that the random selection could offer absolutely anything, from a twenties-style disco, through a course in artistic craft called cooking, or a very realistic ascent of the former highest mountain in the world, Mount Everest, on which there didn’t use to be heated conveniences and one had to make do with a collapsible thermotent, to a main character in a thermonuclear war. Leo was just hoping that the AI would be smart enough to correctly judge that he needed something more soothing today. And preferably something without augmented reality, without taste or smell receptor irritants, without electronic skin stimulation. Today he was merely longing for simple things and, ideally, real things.

THE COMPANION

”Hello,” a drab-looking young lady greeted him in the box where the purchased ticket escorted him with luminous signals and let him in. Uninteresting haircut, lifeless work uniform, dull tone of voice. Perfect choice!

”Hi,” Leo replied. ”How's it going?”

”Will be cool. That's what I'm here for. So are you, sure thing. What shall we start with? Music? Drink?” When Leo remained silent for a long time, she chose. ”Drink. Two cocktails number four, please.”

He had barely shrugged and slid into the sofa facing her wide armchair when the wall opened and two glasses filled with some rainbow-colored liquid glistened in the alcove. A mixture of six drinks.

“Wow, so fast, “ Leo said, just to break the awkward silence that was beginning to settle.

“Latest invention. I think it's called the paternoster. Imagine this physically travelling from the kitchen all the way here, no teleport.”