Machienzo's NeoDomain

The sounds of “O Mio Babbino Caro” rang distinctly from the loudspeakers, scatted throughout the building. The once silently working facility was bustling with people wandering and leaving the premises. The music indicated one thing, the day was done. As I got up from my desk and made my way to my bag, looking around the room to see crowding people hoping to leave the area as soon as possible. Some were busily chatting away with friends, while others were frantically grabbing at their bags. I spoke to no one, but merely looked on towards the mass of people silently as I made my way calmly out of the room. Grabbing my things and casually walking down the stairs, a few people pushed past me carelessly. As I walked out from the building and into the daylight, the sun shone intensely upon my eyes, causing me to slightly squint at first glance. Over the course of a few seconds, my eyes adjusted and I returned them to the ground in front of me as I walked.

I passed across a footpath, then upon a road, and suddenly grass. The lawn a dry and brittle faded yellow; the intensity of the sun sparing no organism to the harshness of its light. The sky was cloudless, with a slight cool breeze. I enjoyed the feeling of warmth in conjunction with the soothing flow of the air, it made me relaxed and my mind at peace. Something which was hard to find, especially during these times of chaos and confusion within my life. Again, people were clamouring amongst themselves as I past them, on my way towards the train station a few miles away; within walking distance. The train stopped at the station with a loud screech of its wheels and the clanking of the carriages. I chose to sit in the corner of the compartment, in an attempt to isolate myself from the public.

Once the train ride was over, and I had made it all the way to my home, I pulled out the key from my wallet and shimmied it in the key slot. The door opened with a slight creek, echoing throughout the room. I called out for my parents, but it was completely silent. The room was void of any person, except for me. “Opportunity” popped into my mind. Loosening my dark blue tie and untucking my shirt, I made my way to the office room of the house. The sun shone throughout the windows, illuminating the entire room with a soft golden radiance. Slumping into the office chair, my hand clasp the mouse and keyboard of the computer. Logging into the computer, using my father’s account (much to his chagrin), I shifted the mouse pointer to hover over the Windows buttons. “Start”... “Bethesda Softworks” ...”Fallout 3”. I smirked, selecting the game.