New York City, New York
Neal woke up to the sound of thunderstorm inside his apartment in 160 West and 24th Street, it was said a hurricane would arrive on the morning or the afternoon, along with heavy rain and possible flooding in some lower areas. He snatched his tank top on the floor and dressed up before brushing.
The room was dark grey, nothing seemed cheerful when the lights were gone, it was like life couldn’t continue without light. He turned on the light in the study area, where a large milky vertical panel resided. The glossy surface reflected the light into his eye when he approached it, but at the press of his hand, it went away and was replaced by a colorful display. He scrolled the through the news reports, daily updates, mails and took notes of the extreme weather warning.
He arranged a meeting with a client at 10, before that, he prepared himself in the ‘presentation mode’, in which he chose a clean and white background overriding the existing over stuff cloth piles in a single basket. He also attached himself with a presentable shirt and tie. Everything would be formal and respectable when the meeting began.
In the meantime, Neal poured himself a cup of hot green tea and read an article about things happening in the South East Asia. He took his time, not over thinking himself with the meeting.
A ringtone notified him to attend the meeting on time, he eased into the study area and seated on the chair, pulled up the preset mode and made the connection with the client.
The invitation for the meeting was interrupted, some network error. He tried to initiate the contact some more times but were denied all the same. No signal in, no signal out. He stared at the display and sighed.
Miami, Florida
Peter landed in front of his own less sophisticated and much economic display, waiting for Neal to start the meeting at scheduled time, but it never came. He waited some more. Still nothing. Ten minutes passed.
The sunny weather was summoning him, he couldn’t just sit here and wasted the day. He stepped outside, and checked up on the butterflies he attracted by his own excellent gardening work. All the plants and flowers were their favourite. He smiled and walked between them, enjoying the day like he had been for weeks.
He remembered seeing the first butterfly flapping its wings, it was soft and strong at the same time as he felt a breeze blew past him.
Little did he know, that could cause a hurricane weeks later in New York.
Neal woke up to the sound of thunderstorm inside his apartment in 160 West and 24th Street, it was said a hurricane would arrive on the morning or the afternoon, along with heavy rain and possible flooding in some lower areas. He snatched his tank top on the floor and dressed up before brushing.
The room was dark grey, nothing seemed cheerful when the lights were gone, it was like life couldn’t continue without light. He turned on the light in the study area, where a large milky vertical panel resided. The glossy surface reflected the light into his eye when he approached it, but at the press of his hand, it went away and was replaced by a colorful display. He scrolled the through the news reports, daily updates, mails and took notes of the extreme weather warning.
He arranged a meeting with a client at 10, before that, he prepared himself in the ‘presentation mode’, in which he chose a clean and white background overriding the existing over stuff cloth piles in a single basket. He also attached himself with a presentable shirt and tie. Everything would be formal and respectable when the meeting began.
In the meantime, Neal poured himself a cup of hot green tea and read an article about things happening in the South East Asia. He took his time, not over thinking himself with the meeting.
A ringtone notified him to attend the meeting on time, he eased into the study area and seated on the chair, pulled up the preset mode and made the connection with the client.
The invitation for the meeting was interrupted, some network error. He tried to initiate the contact some more times but were denied all the same. No signal in, no signal out. He stared at the display and sighed.
Miami, Florida
Peter landed in front of his own less sophisticated and much economic display, waiting for Neal to start the meeting at scheduled time, but it never came. He waited some more. Still nothing. Ten minutes passed.
The sunny weather was summoning him, he couldn’t just sit here and wasted the day. He stepped outside, and checked up on the butterflies he attracted by his own excellent gardening work. All the plants and flowers were their favourite. He smiled and walked between them, enjoying the day like he had been for weeks.
He remembered seeing the first butterfly flapping its wings, it was soft and strong at the same time as he felt a breeze blew past him.
Little did he know, that could cause a hurricane weeks later in New York.
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