Lunar Ludicrous

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“Where are you, young master?” D-62 was calling. I just lay in bed before it began buzzing the intercom.
“Young master? Are you awake? You need to be ready to leave soon. Young master?”
“I’M UP! RELAX D-62! I am we’ll aware of the time!” I proceeded to scream back into the intercom. Then I threw myself out of bed and got ready for class.
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My name is Azac Shrina. I am 17 years old and a current student of the Lunar Cornell Institute of History. It’s Christmas Eve. Or rather, it would be if I lived on earth. I guess it’s kind of obvious, but I live on the Moon. It’s a special institute for academically advanced individuals, or so they say. But in the year 4071, anything said, goes.
Personally, I think this whole college thing is a joke. If I had my way, I would be going through the ruins of the once famous “City That Never Sleeps”, The Big Apple, or just plain New York City. But Father had other plans for me. “You’re going to college!” He said, “You’ll love it!” He said. Yeah right. Half the “people” here are robots. This place is filled with just a bunch of rich kids who bought their way to prestige. The last bunch, myself included, received full honors scholarships to this tin can.
Everyone’s celebrating. Giving gifts. Receiving gifts. Sharing stories. What they don’t know, though, is the true meaning behind these half-assed holidays. Well, most of the students being mid-twenty-year olds, it’s not a surprise that they’re drinking and fooling around.
Me? I’m studying. Studying away to escape the confines of this place. This college is corrupt. It’s filthy, covered in money, pampered students, corrupt teachers. Why, in all the Milky Way Galaxy, did Father send me here? Even if we’re from Venus, that does not mean by any terms that the Moon has the best learning institutes. I was looking into the programs at the Historical Institute at Saturn Vanderbilt, but “it’s tradition for the Shrina to go to Lunar Cornell. As my only child, you are to fulfill such tradition” and blah-blah-blah. I didn’t have the resources then nor do I have them now. But ever since I’ve arrived, all I have felt from the air around me is tension. But then again, I’m at the very bottom of the hierarchy here at Lunar Cornell.
They judge me because of my Shrina clan markings. The ruby red eyes, glowing white hair, but most of all, our telepathic and telekinetic abilities. Of course I don’t use them around people in class, but it’s easy to lose concentration and do everything with my mind. Maybe that’s why I’ve always liked to do hands-on activities. Maybe that’s why I’m so interested in archaeology. Everything about it just rings with excitement.
At the end of class, I walk into my complex to find the ever present package on my coffee table. Knowing full well it’s a gift from Father, I flick it with my mind into the incinerator.
“That was a gift from your father! You should show more appreciation for the affection he displays!” D-62 droned on about it.
“I do not need material items, thank you. I especially do not need a solid diamond studded bangle that could be found just about anywhere on Venus. I knew what was in the package. If he cared for my feelings, he would remove me from this filthy facility!” I begin to scream at the end of my spiel. With emotions still running high, objects around me begin to float. I quickly step back and calm myself down.
“I’m going to….step out for a bit…” Despite just returning from class, I go back out.
Outside, in the cold air, I can feel the my blood churning. I look around, and all I feel is negativity. With emotions still running high, I see it. My way out. I run for it. The shuttle to New York, Earth. I know that if I’m not careful, I will lose all chances of escape. I casually walk into the shuttle, wallet in hand and sit down, ready to leave, no regrets.
That’s it. I’m free.