Creative Writing: Sarah And Justice

Sarah and Justice live 150 years from now in a world ruled by an oppressive government. Because out of wedlock pregnancies result in poorer economic individuals, they have begun placing chips into individual’s brains that don’t allow women of childbearing age to be within 2 feet of men not approved of by the government.

Disclaimer - This story contains disturbing imagery. It fits nicely into the PG13 rating given for the class but probably isn’t much less than that.

So that she would be allowed the freedom of flight, Sarah gave up her right to go where she wished. She went to the hospital so that she could get cybernetic implants in her back, stronger muscles in her core, and the stubs that would eventually allow her to grow wings and

“That’s a pretty hard drink for this early in the day.” And Sarah was left breathless, watching the man as he ordered an almond passion, smiled at her, and sat down, in the corner where she had planned on sitting. A fellow patron touches her shoulder to request that she move from the counter. Sarah cries out in pain and collapses on the floor, spilling the drink upon herself. She twists her stubs as she falls and cries out again. Now the man is over, cleaning up for her while staying far enough way and introducing himself all at once. And now Justice is offering to buy her another drink and she’s accepting his offer. He pulls a chair out for her, pushes his own in, but not so close as to hurt her, and they talk. They both like cats. Neither is much into Pan-European food. He takes great joy in attempting to convince her of the merits of the new holo-film. After neither can pretend to be nursing their drinks any longer, he invites her to a drone race the next week. She accepts before he is finished talking. By the end of the race, they are dating. Dinner passes the next week and she thinks she is in love. They’re at a synth concert and she’s planning

And he leans over to kiss her. Now she’s on the ground, pain coursing through her head. He apologizes and she curses simultaneously. “Storms. I want this so bad.” She loses control of her emotions and begins crying. “I can’t love you without touching you. It’s like loving a computer.” Her words begin become gurgles and burbles. No longer can anyone understand her, but instead watchers feel various levels of sympathy and annoyance. The next time Sarah and Justice meet, the conversation is strained. The time after, the two barely talk. Justice leaves after half an hour. And Sarah goes to the government. A robotic voice greets her outside, asks her for her business, and denies her entrance. She is left outside, shouting at an impersonal voice. “Let me put him on the list,” and “I need to touch him,” and “Please, please, please.” She leaves, not knowing if she has been heard, not knowing if anything has changed. The next time Sarah and Justice meet, Justice gave her a letter. She stuffed it in her pack before looking at it and threw herself upon him. It hurt, but she had touched him and touched him well. Soon, she would not have to go through the