Red Rabbits 1

This is a mere introduction to your character and his world, the small series is not really going to play out this way the whole time just the first one, so you can get a sense of who he is and the world he lives in so this first issue has a more serious tone than what the rest will, because I have to paint a picture of where he lives for you.

"Fair morning I could say it was, It's 7 o'clock on what may be the most frllic o'days, 23rd o'flowers 2134"
His eyes cracked when he realized it was Sabbath, and he had once again wanted to sleep in on what was his only free day, He glared at his alarm clock and when he went to hit the snooze button, realized that he had disabled it. He wasn't exactly sure how nine minutes would have aided him, or why they even had it at nine minutes; why not keep it at a simple ten? Was ten minutes asking too much or to be considered late? He wanted eleven minutes of extra sleep not nine, but that was for another day, not the day he got off.
He was mildly thrown when he heard it was going to be frillic, for it had been such a long stretch of time, He wasn't quite sure about how thick the ash was this morning, so he grabbed his jacket, scarf, and hat. Walking out his small loft he remembered he had forgotten his ID card, which he was certain on of these days a Rossem was going to catch him not having it, so he ran back inside and grabbed it. Tripping out the door he read:
"Shanley Roan Nairn, Aug 10th 2107, Eyes: Green, Height: 182, Hair: Brown, Weight: 72, Ethnicity: Caucasian, Region: Vermont (North East Coast Sect. 2145), Occupation: Computer Science and Engineering, Clearance: 7A, SSN: 008-59-4210"
He always hated how the ID photographers were not happy until you looked miserable in your picture, he was certain it was some final act of revenge on their part for having such a pitiful job. He took out his umbrella and popped it as he saw it raining ash more heavily today than normal, he reached in his pocket and pulled out a mask and slipped it over his face (It almost resembled a SARS mask and a dust mask but not quite, for this one was made of a different durable cloth/plastic material, was a dark deep royal blue, and had green and orange embroidery on the edges and the straps were made of a heavy grey linen material). He walked down the street in a hurry pulling out his pocket watch to make sure he wouldn't be late, for all of the semi-decent parts in the store were usually taken by nine.
Shane opened the door to a rather old cluttered but clean repair and tool shop, there was an automated desk service drone that took his coat and hat while he brushed himself off before entering, he always disliked greeting drones for they never knew when you were ready to come in or to give up your coat and hat. Rushing in he smiled and said,
-"Good Day Skelly, have you caught a wind of my modules?"
An older man in his fifties poked his head up from behind the counter and fixed his monocle so he could see Shane and when he recognized him a smile stretched from ear to ear
--"Good Day Shane! How goes the work?"
He was avoiding the question, and rather obvious about it was a nervous smile.
-"It goes sir, but I need the use of those parts if I am to venture on in this project."
Shane caught him and knew that Skelly was in avoidance.
--"I have seen your work, it is sheer genius my boy, it is quite frillic today am i right? I must be because you still have your facade on."
Shane blushed and tore it off and apologized, for it was an extreme rude gesture to wear one indoors but he was in quite a hurry.
--"You’re a fine young man Shane, and I have acquired your parts that you will need, however you must be careful because two of these are not in your clearance to buy."
Shane looked shocked for he did not understand, nothing in his list struck him as an item that he would not have clearance to buy.
-"Well tell me good fellow what goods can I not acquire?"
Skelly looked up and smiled
--"Exactly, or figuratively, that is a conversation that I could carry on 'ours devours" Shane kept a straight face.
--"Alright don't you chortle to your grave over in your corner, you do not have clearance for the small phalange joints or opposable thumb criteria parts"
Shane sighed
-"I though that may be the case, I don't entirely see why the Rossem's wouldn't want me building a drone with hands."
Skelly looked at him in a sort of quizzical expression holding Shane’s card with a grin only a Cheshire cat could reproduce
-“Why Sir, do you make yourself marry looking at my card in such a way, does it please you to know my sector? Speak Man!”
Skelly placed came out from behind the desk and returned the card to Shane and pressed a button out of about twenty on an old dingy grey remote attached to a series of long extension cords and cables. In doing this the service drone from earlier appeared with Shane’s dark green trench coat, and his steel blue top had with a black sash.
--“I gargled at such a card to show why you cannot purchase these items.”
Shane in his frustration grabbed his trench and hat abruptly and the drone spun a little
--“It’s your job title, you see it’s a lil bit intriguing when a boy with so much potential and a occupation of Computer Science and Engineering comes in to get some parts that could make a useful robotic whatever have you”
-“It’s just an ornamental term for a progenitor”
--“Yeah but the Rossem’s see a threat, so I’m sorry lad but your clearance cannot help you here.”
Shane grabbed his things and placed on his mask before leaving to the outdoors, toke his items and left without another word to Skelly. Walking back angrly he assumed that the end of a fifty-seven year depression would allow him more clearance to be able to buy the products he needed. The walk from the general repair store to his loft was only about three blocks and he rather enjoyed the walk and to him he almost enjoyed frillic days, it meant that the unhealthy stayed indoors so the streets were less crowded and it was almost like snow, he had not seen any snow in about 2 years so this was the closest he got. He walked through the ash, staring at the cars going by, they seemed so small and uncomfortable to him, and he couldn’t understand why anyone would ever want one. He came to his building, which kept his loft and swiped his ID card, stepped through what once was a stunning fiberglass entryway, and was now discolored and disfigured. He went through the doors and came across a row of elevators. This type of complex he was in is called a wasper, it’s resembles a wasps nest in the way that it is built vertical and in any other way possibly available to physics at the time. You had a row of elevators at the bottom of every eighteen columns that were connected in a grid to the rooms and would move horizontal, and vertical to reach the room your ID card was recognized to. If you wanted to see a friend you had to type in their room number and name, and wait for a confirmation from the resident. Shane waited for the elevator to come back down, swiped his card and watched the electricity waves pulse through the grid as it brought him to his loft.
He muffled with his key ring and managed to get out his keys and walked inside, his cat ran to him and glared at him angrily as Shane had once again forgotten to feed her cat food that was not expired.
-“I’m sorry, I had to go to the mart my dear.”
She walked away as trying to give him the sign that this sort of behavior was inexcusable and could no longer continue
He looked about his room and threw his shoulder bag on what was once tan couch, tripped over the small chest that served as a coffee table and cursed as he fumbled for the light switch. The lights unveiled a small loft witch was almost unbearable for one person to live in. The chest and couch were about four feet from the door, and alongside the back of his couch was metal frame twin size bed with lockers underneath. Past the couch and chest there was a table, which you couldn’t really see because it was covered with papers and scraps of metal, with a work light above it. Surrounding the table and chair were several counters with cabinets and a food preperaitor, all dingy and obviously misused and under kept. A food preperaitor was a machine that held perishable items and also heated and cooked food, so it was almost like a refrigerator, freezer, microwave, oven, and prep system all in one box that looked a little like a vending machine and would select the food you wanted and send an electrical current to heat, freeze and serve whatever you had stored. In front of the chest was a bookshelf, which also served as a door to the restroom, it was not a secret door of any sort for it was very obvious that it served both and had a large handle to prove so.
Shane looked at his project on the table sadly; he was a little miffed that it would not be able to have hands yet. He took his paintbrush and in a silver color painted the name Conroy on what looked to be a metal bunny tale. Shane smiled and looked at his new toy, a red robotic rabbit with silver eyes and features.
-“Niamh, how does Conroy sound? Is that a good name for your new friend?”
Niamh turned away and went on his bed, she wanted Shane to know her disgust in his taste of cat food.